[Verse 1: AWKWORD]

They just stop them and frisk, you better move real lightly

I heard they got a contest, ask Bill O'Reilly

Afraid you'll get locked up, they'll throw away the key

They're free to move across the sea, you ain't even free

Still awaiting retrials, for drug deals, in New York

Overcrowded Louisiana, California it's sport

Chicago is a wasteland, even colder in the summer

No education, programs, now they murdering each other

Born into prisons, most ghetto buildings got bars

When you live without shit, go head and worship them cars

The vista from the stoops, Marine billboards, you bored

And on the block, you got bars, drug dealers and whores

Father might be gone, or he's working two jobs

Stay at home's an oxymoron, moms working too hard

Latchkey kids, no role models, no guidance

No homework, eat some Mickey Ds and get into some violence
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They come with they cars, and they laws, and they bars

They come at you sideways, no way you'll get off

And your whole life, you heard, stay away from them cops

And your word and your balls, is all that you got

They come with they cars, and they laws, and they bars

They come at you sideways, no way you'll get off

And your whole life, you heard, stay away from them cops

And your word and your balls, is all that you got
[Verse 2: AWKWORD]

I'm sorry Mr. President, I'm sorry Mr. Senator

I'm sorry Mr. Governor, we can't, recover her

See this country of ours, see this world of ours

Was never really yours, we just got a little bored

Nowadays, you got to deal, with all breeds, of all types

I guess you, the type right, to type right, all uptight

Pause, none of us is goblins, except that one guy

And that was just, one story, told a bunch of damn times

On the real, call this the first hint of a problem

And when I say some shit's a problem it's not industry jargon

The problem I'm causing, gonna have the CIA watching

I've seen them take the damn picture, I bleed for the orphans

The sick and the starving, the lost ones, stuck with no options

It's awesome, like pulling people straight out of their coffins

See we know, it's just us, no justice in this bitch

Rest in peace Ron Arm, forever Elementary rich
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[Verse 3: AWKWORD]

So what we gonna do, that's the question of course

A lot of human beings, struggled over these thoughts

You got the Rules for Radicals, The Activist Handbook

I threw it all away, let's create our own standard

There are more locked up here, than anywhere else

Plus, most of them on drug charges, most never dealt

Most of them in jail, probably there cause they smelt

Weed crimes, fill a hell of a lot of the damn cells

Stand still, we won't, we stand tall, we all

Brave enough, to say enough is enough, so come on

Shit, ain't hard to tell, take a little look around

Feel like everyone in prison's either black or they brown

And it's kind of hard for me to be, all black and proud

But I been in the damn system, seen my friends go down

Smell the wretched of the earth, hit me on the low

And if anybody ask, I pay tax and don't smoke
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