nach

nach@detroitriotcity.com

(Verse)<br/>In this concrete jungle, I learned to survive<br/>Through systematic oppression, I stayed alive<br/>They wanted to see me beg, plead for a crumb<br/>But I turned their hatred into fuel for my drum<br/><br/>From the ghettos to the projects, I knew my place<br/>The margins where the forgotten face their disgrace<br/>But I found my power in my pain and strife<br/>Every scar on my body tells a story of my life<br/><br/>So go ahead and throw your slurs, your venom and your vitriol<br/>I&#39;ve heard it all before, it don&#39;t even tickle my soil<br/>Because I know my truth, I know what I&#39;ve been through<br/>I&#39;m God&#39;s most raped kikeslave, and I&#39;m proud of it too.<br/><br/>(FINAL LINE: I&#39;m God&#39;s most raped kikeslave.)