“Me and my family moved in our apartment complex,
A gate with the serial code was put up next,
They claim that this community is so drug free
But it don’t look that way to me,
cause I can see the young bloods hanging out at the sto,
24/7 Junkies looking got a hit of the blo,
Oh you know what else they tryin to do?
Make a curfew especially for me and you,
the traces of the new world order,
Time is getting shorter,
if we don’t get prepared people it’s gone be a slaughter,
My mind won’t allow me to not be curious,
My folk don’t understand so they don’t take it serious,
But every now and then, I wonder if the gate was put up to keep crime out or to keep our ass in…”
I really shouldn’t say anything about this. Except I will… duh! this sounds a ton like that one gnarls barkley album with that one song, which I didn’t like at all, so by the transitive property of hating I don’t like this.