Vārdi:
Born Against Nine Years Later

Nine years into the future and we're still counting the dead and the dying Still totaling the countless hidden victims of heightened state terror still

or you smoke the pipe I became a rapper at the age fourteen No gold ropes, no diamond rings But look at me now, ten years later Ask any MC if I rap

& Jerry, Not about that Mr. Kenny, L.A. Riots, down to Rodney King, Wash riots, Martin Luther King, But ten years later I'm doin' the same thing again

cut full out easing puberty through Aah! Nostalgia grows now times nine or ten Within this vice den called a soul Dying resurrection I dig deep to come again

shiftin' shit Never hesitant, it's the crack game unlimited Summon rasta we can do this, forever infinite Then reminesce, twenty years later how we was gettin' it Either with me go against

shiftin shit Never hesitant, it's the crack game unlimited Summon rasta we can do this, forever infinite Then reminesce, twenty years later how we was gettin it Either with me go against

stayed Head gettin' more fucked by the day He stuck it out for nine months I don't know why And then a little girl on the Fourth of July Was born in the

cunts cut full out easing puberty through Aah! Nostalgia grows Now times nine or ten Within this vice den called a soul Dying resurrection I dig deep to come again

cunts cut full out easing puberty through Aah! Nostalgia grows Now times nine or ten Within this vice den called a soul Dying resurrection I dig deep to come again