[Verse 1: I.N.X] Dear Mr. Zimmerman Welcome to a world where da young die wit no remorse Little Black boys less important than a fuckin dog corpse Where a black woman can get convicted for shooting da sky But murders koo if you appear to be a white guy Whas wrong wit da fucking nation You hate our presence but you chose our muthafucking...Learn More

[Verse 1: I.N.X] Tight noose hung loose necks from brown bodies Now killing black bodies still a white hobby I spit dat shit dat could get me killed by da illuminati Jus to save my soul, i'll sacrifice my body Cuz them fuckin thieves, had to plant da seed Now da strange fruit hanging from a money tree Thunder cracking in da forest, blood on da...Learn More