SMOKE SCREEN Black stallions sportin’ medallions The ruler of his ghetto kingdom Known by name but erased by face Because nobody chooses to see him Fear of nothing but the tragedy of being broke But in reality it’s a fatality to see your life in a cloud of black smoke. Whistles blowing and pistols going Is that the black American dream? Well please send me back to slavery Because at least the enemy wasn’t me You say forget school Who needs a GED? Your education is supplied by a symbolic nation Who will never allow you to go free? Make money for me Take a bullet for me I’m not a punk I’m just respecting my loyalty After all, my nigz***** are the ones that raised me! But if you look closely you will see, That without self- knowledge You could never acknowledge the escape is not in the weed!