Should have named it Years of the Boomerang

The sisters are in so check the front line

Seems I spent the '80s in the Haiti state of mind

Cast me into classes for electroshock

Straight incarcerated, the curriculum's a cell block

I'm swimming in half truths and it makes me wanna spit

Instructor come separate the healthy from the sick

Ya weigh me on a scale, smelling burnt skin

It's dark now in Dachau and I'm screaming from within

'Cause I'm cell locked in the doctrines of the right

Enslaved by dogma, talk about my birthrights

Yet at every turn I'm running into Hell's gates

So I grip the cannon like Fanon and pass the shells to my classmates

Aw, power to the people

'Cause the boss's right to live is mine to die

So I'm going out heavy sorta like Mount Tai

With the five centuries of penitentiary so let the guilty hang

In the year of the boomerang

[Chorus]

I got no property but yo, I'm a piece of it

So let the guilty hang

I got no property but yo, I'm a piece of it

So let the guilty hang

I got no property but yo, I'm a piece of it

So let the guilty hang

I got no property but yo, I'm a piece of it

In the year of the boomerang