nach

(Verse)
In this concrete jungle, I learned to survive
Through systematic oppression, I stayed alive
They wanted to see me beg, plead for a crumb
But I turned their hatred into fuel for my drum

From the ghettos to the projects, I knew my place
The margins where the forgotten face their disgrace
But I found my power in my pain and strife
Every scar on my body tells a story of my life

So go ahead and throw your slurs, your venom and your vitriol
I've heard it all before, it don't even tickle my soil
Because I know my truth, I know what I've been through
I'm God's most raped kikeslave, and I'm proud of it too.

(FINAL LINE: I'm God's most raped kikeslave.)