1.Hostile

Nobody ever gave him a good turn. What do you expect? He was
always let
down. They never wanted to let his action down. But also they
wanted it
middle
for him. On the fields of Brooklyn. They said tone it down. Hill
understood
them. But he is hostile.
We are the elite gansters of the damned, criminals of the damp.
Just
troubadours, and put-down to hostiles.
For years they have believed we were inspired by the Holy Spirit
and the
work of God. They still recognize that many prominent M.C.
members are

wondeful people. They're warm, intelligent, but terribly
misguided.
Slowly, painfully, he become disillusioned. They call us
'shadowy.'
Anti-hostile. They demand to know, with a touching, naive faith
of the
individual.
Hostile.
Many times, brothers, have they tried an aesthetic against
rhythmn. And
now we're old, elite of the damned. Anti-hostile.