Intro:
  
  "I was born, in a dump
  My mama died and my father got drunk
  They left me, to die or grow
  In the middle of Tobacco Road
  I grew up in a rusty shack
  All i owned was hangin on my back
  And Lord knows, how I learnt
  This place called Tobacco Road
  Tobacco Road, you're dirty and you're filthy
  Tobacco Road, gonna get me some dynamite and a crane
  I'm gonna blow it up, Lord knows gonna start all over again"
  
  "My mind is the place where I make my plans
  The world is the place where I take my stand
  The beauty of life is mine today
  They cannot take my mind away"
  
  [M1]
  Fuck what you heard, I'm from Africa
  This ain't no act it's mathematical
  Past the black radical
  I choose the M1, because it's practical
  Nothin was changed, we ain't protected
  No names, it's all factual
  They push the wrong buttons, count down to detonate
  Brooklyn blown away and the world will have to speculate
  This is what we learn in the streets, fuck a degree
  Believe in none of what you hear and half of what you see
  
  [Stic]
  It's like watching your own father smoke crack
  I have nightmares on shit like that
  No way in hell I'll ever get like that
  I seen a lot of shit in twenty-two years
  It's like a tour of duty
  My life is booby-trapped, it's hard to see the beauty
  When your heart is turning ice cold
  Cold like your hands exposed to blistering winds
  My mother keep her eyes closed, she say she prayin
  I listen close to what she sayin
  When she speak of Jesus I ignore it
  But when it's practical I'm all for it
  You got to think like a soldier
  I'm training myself to snatch pistols out of holsters
  Discipline keep the mind focused
  This whole world is a corn field son
  Look out for flying locusts
  
  Chorus (x2)
  
  Don't let 'em get in your head, they try to probe you
  Figure your thoughts so they can try and control you
  And through you, control your whole crew
  It's psychology boy, now what the fuck that make you wanna do?
  
  [M1]
  You can't walk the streets with no state of mind
  Blind to the ways of mankind
  And if you know the time, give me a sign
  Tell me where we draw the line
  I got your back if you got mine
  My enemy's enemy is my man
  One dreadlock is stronger than one strand while the crackers got the upper hand
  My comrades stand on lands stolen
  Every tooth a golden opportunity
  Who holdin my community hostage?
  10% ransom, costing us time we lost and some
  This is how the plan runs
  Thinkin with a fugitive brain
  What we do to live is insane
  Holdin the weed, healing my membranes
  Just like crack, you know it all boils down
  to the dollars-and-cents of it
  Niggaz commence to get ? to sentenced to serve terms
  Jumping the fence, the black germ is loose
  When will they learn?
  Psychology
  
  [Stic]
  We piss on walls and smoke reefa in the halls
  No respect for their laws
  I cut your face with a kitchen knife
  In gladiator times, man against machinery
  The tree bark fatigues help me blend in with the scenery boy
  Life is a series of serious choices
  Theories is formed from experience, never mysterious forces
  Various courses of life can lead to failure
  Too much of anything is a trap
  My mind snap
  Guerilla warfare for two grand
  They say karate means 'empty hands'
  So then it's perfect for the poor man...
  They say karate means 'empty hands'
  So then it's perfect for the poor man
  
  Chorus (x2)
  
  Bridge
  
  [M1]
  When you think of us think of pyramids and pistols
  And glimmering gold teeth that shine like crystals
  The mind is like a jewel son
  Only a fool wouldn't grasp it
  Wisdom is a tool, you get blasted
  When you think of us think of pyramids and pistols
  And glimmering gold teeth that shine like crystals
  The mind is like a jewel son
  Only a fool wouldn't grasp it
  Wisdom is a tool, you get blasted
  
  "Free your mind, and the rest will follow
  Seize the time, no-one is promised tomorrow"
  
  Repeat until fade