My life is violent but violence is life,
Peace is a dream, reality is a knife.
Ice-T, “Colors,” from Colors Soundtrack, 1988
I don’t need your assistance, social persistence.
Any problem I got, I just put my fist in.
I got nothin’ to lose, much to gain–
In my brain, I got a capitalist migraine.
Nobody put the crack into the pipe,
Nobody made you smoke off your life.
You thought that you could do dope and still stay cool?
Fool…you played yourself.
6’n the mornin’ police at my door,
Fresh Adidas squeak across the bathroom floor.
Out the back window I make a escape,
Don’t even get a chance to grab my old school tape…