(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.)
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