So are we right back where we started?

The sista's are in so check the front line,

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

Cast me into classes for electro-shock,

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.

You 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' right to live is mine to die,

So I'm goin' out heavy sort of like Mount Tai.

With the five centuries of penitentiaries so let the guilty hang,

In the year of the boomerang.

(I got no property but soon I'm a piece of it,)

So let the guilty hang.

(I got no property but soon I'm a piece of it,)

In the year of tha boomerang.

(I got no property but soon I'm a piece of it,)

So let the guilty hang.

(I got no property but soon I'm a piece of it,)

In the year of the boomerang.

Now it's upon you

Now it's upon you

The sista's are in so check the front line,

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

Cast me into classes for electro-shock,

Straight incarcerated, the curriculum's a cell block.

Swimming in half truths makes me wanna spit,

Instructor come separate the healthy from the sick.

You weigh me on a scale, I'm smelling burnt skin,

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

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

Enslaved by dogma, talk about my birthrights.

Yet, at every turn I'm runnin' into hell's gates,

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

Aw, power to the people, yeah, yeah

The bosses right to live is mine to die.

I'm goin' out heavy sort of like Mount Tai.

With the five centuries of penitentiaries so let the guilty hang,

In the year of the boomerang.

(I got no property but soon I'm a piece of it,)

So let the guilty hang.

(I got no property but soon I'm a piece of it,)

In the year of tha boomerang.

(I got no property but soon I'm a piece of it,)

So let the guilty hang.

(I got no property but soon I'm a piece of it,)

In the year of the boomerang.

Now it's upon you

Now it's upon you

You!