I'm in a place known for jamaicans
Cubans, and haitians
Where white people come
For star gazing and sun bathing
And ain't shit changing
In this rat race the cops pacing
And kids do their own raising
And bullets move with hollow tip casings
Cats be in the stir, but they not shaking
They'll leave a girl gap gaping
Known for rap raping
And beat lacing, and white racist
A place bad for keep breathing and life leading
But I'm not leaving. I gotta face demons
Where niggahs live a nightmare
But they keep dreaming
A place where the heat seething
And we all heathens
With all the same feelings
Love you at hate you
For all the same reasons. ok!
Where you get sent back
To your maker, just for easting
In the jungle, know who the east is
Chicks with aids lesions
And politicians known for palm greasing
This the only place to voice your grievance
So, voice it now
While it's all legal
We all people
Separate, but it's not equal
And the root of all evil known to kill people
It's damn lethal
Beware the bald eagle, in the rock bottom

Why don't you tell them where you from?
The m, the m. I. a [garcia]
The land where o. j. stay
Rock. bottom of the map
Why don't tell them where you from?
Resident of the dade tenements [skam2?]
Don't nah city get shit crunk like we do

I'm a stranger in a strange land
Where caucasians come to cop a beige tan
They got man made land and fake sand
I'll drink a whole fifth fam
Fuck every fifth fan
A clique, clan. a fake fam, and a bitch band
We politic like we on c span
I thank god 'cause he made man
And a place for us to stand. damn
We slap hands and make plans
I'm from the islands and hate the mainland
A place known for sunshine and onetime
So we practice punchlines
And fuck fine
Bitches with no class like lunchtime
Come up in crunch time, but sometimes
We see signs and ignore them
Burn babylon, I'm all for it
Who got the fire? you preaching to the choir
Down in south florida, either die
Or you a rider
Hate coppers and push product
Love christopher rios and wallace
And swollen pockets and the hoes joke us
The home of the real rockers. the rock bottom

Why don't you tell them where you from?
The m, the m. I. a [garcia]
The land where o. j. stay
Rock. bottom of the map
Why don't you tell them where you from?
Resident of the dade tenements [skam2?]
Don't nah city get shit crunk like we do