Year of tha Boomerang

The sistas are in so check the front line
It seems I spent the 80s in a
Haiti state of mind
Cast me into classes for electro shock
Straight incarcerated, the curriculum a cell block
Im swimming in half thrusts and it makes me wanna spit
Instructor come separate the healthy form the sick
Ya weigh me on a scale
Im smellin burnt skin
Its dark now in
Dachau and
Im screamin from within
Cause Im cell locked in the doctrines of the right
Enslaved by dogma, ya talk about my birthrights
Yet at every turn
Im runnin into hells gates
So I grip the
Conan like fanon and pass the shells to my classmates
Cause the bosses right to live is mine to die
So Im goin out heavy sorta like
Mount TaiWit the five centuries of penitentiary so let
The guilty hang in the year of the boomerang
I got no prosperity but yo
Im a piece of it
So let the guilty hang in the year of the boomerang
And now its upon you