YEAR OF THA BOOMERANG

Tha sistas are in so check tha front line 
Seems I spent the 80's in a Haiti state of mind 
Cast me in classes for electro shock 
Straight incarcerated, the curriculum a cell block 
I'm swimin' in half truths makes me want to spit 
Instructor come separate the healthy from tha sick 
Ya weigh me on a scale 
I'm smellin' burnt skin 
It's dark now in Dachau and I'm screaming from within 
Cause I'm cell locked in tha doctrines of tha right 
Enslaved by dogma, 
ya yalk about my birthrights 
Yet at every turn I'm running into hell's gates 
So I grip the cannon like Fanon an pass tha shells to my classmates 
(Aww...power to the people!...)Cause tha bosses right ta live is mine ta die 
So I'm goin' out heavy sorta like Mount Tai 
Wit tha five centuries of penitenturie 
So let the guilty hang.. 
.In the year of tha boomerang! 
I got no property but yo I'm a piece of it 
So let the guilty hang 
In tha year of the boomerang! 
And now it's upon you