When life is just a memory

All I ask is you remember me

We so scared to face our history

How will we replace that energy





Hip-Hop is immortal

It's survived many attacks and many wars using, our minds eyes to portal

Folding the spaces between generations and races

So what we can come closer throught the struggle

It's easy to move muscle, bone, skin and sinew

Movement of the mind is the type grind I'm into

So I kick the mental over sick instrumentals

Get respect with the pencil, never flex with the stencil

I'm in love with the artform that still keeps my heart warm

Presented with the most virtous intent but in a hand form

They say Hip-Hop is dead, assassinated by niggas

But on the charts I read all the hits was by niggas

There's no surrealer drama, they wanna steal her from ya

Take her out to a field in the woods but we ain't gonna let 'em kill the hood

Can't kill it with the pistol, can't beat it with ya chain

Can't crush it with your rims, but you can save it with your pain

As long as we breathe, Hip-Hop gonna breathe with us

As long as we real, folk can't help but feel us

The White Manifest Desitiny got 'em they dirty land

But no matter how clean they shave, they got them dirty hands

My story says what his-story doesn't

In the passage of my people they tried to murder all my cousins

They celebrate they Independence and ask us to forget how they abused it

But we remind them everyday coming gangsta with this music