 And school like black schools, cause they lack rules. Man, cause I know the cast rules. Everything around me except my mind. The underground found me in depth, I find. On the railroad, I unjail souls like Harriet. Spitting chariots of fire through the wire. And live bar fences, I murder MCs. Some say that it's senseless. Bomber like a winter coat, the whopping in the trenches. Known to go for it like fourth and inches. Knife the chains, I maneuver through the game. My thought grab the mic like I'm on Soul Train.