"If I mentioned all of my skeletons, would you jump in the seat? Would you say my intelligence now is great relief? And it's safe to say that our next generation maybe can sleep, With dreams of being a lawyer or doctor, Instead of boy with a chopper that hold the cul de sac hostage, Kill 'em all if they gossip, the Children of the Corn, They vandalizing the option of living a lie, drown their body with toxins, Constantly drinking and drive, hit the powder then watch this flame, That arrive in his eye, listen coward, the concept is aim and then bang it and slide out that bitch with deposit, A price on his head, the tithes probably go to the projects, I live inside the belly of the rough, Compton, U.S.A. made me an angel on angel dust, what?"
- Kendrick Lamar (m.A.A.d city)
