[Intro: Frukwan]

Yo, yo, check it

Yo, for real, comin' atcha

Yo, it's like this, yo

 

[Chorus: Frukwan]

Never give up, never give up, never give up

Keep holdin' on, gotta stay strong, keep your head up hung

 

[Frukwan]

Yo, what you say to a brother when he straight up wrong?

If you feel you all that, then lets get it on

I got no time for the bullshit, I'm quick to snap

But if worse come to worse, I whip out the gat

Back down from no man, I'm a brother with heart

But I'd rather build first, mad swift with darts

Street brother, with knowledge of self at nineteen

Same jam, master a hundred twenty degrees

Been around for a minute, in a land of gold

Brooklyn, East New York where I started to flow

Coup Devilles, rag time bottles with bells

Feel me, phat Caddy's like Sam Cassell

Mad brothers, my block was a flock of black sheeps

Wasn't a house nigga, so we house the streets

Gettin' knocked by the cops, now and then we pop

Few shots in the air, let 'em know we was here

Time flew, but now I'm gettin better with age

Flip a new page, time to unleash my rage

 

[Chorus]

 

[Frukwan]

Yo, look in my eyes, tell me what you see in the dark

Want a move me out my seat like Rosa Parks

Mentally enslaved brothers never change they ways

Exploit the youth, now my vibes negative grips

Buyin' in to the fake graph maternity stamps

Cash it while I fuck it, yo i'll see you tomorrow

Black woman you a queen, but I doubt your strength

Watchin' the two fuckin', run around, half nude

Flashin' guns and clips, diamonds and phat rocks

African brothers died on them chopin' blocks

Don't despair, now you wanna cover your ear

Monkey see, monkey do, fuck wrong with you?

In fifty states, you cats can't carry the weight

Wanna mention, what ya'll need special attention

Never degraded my race, come face to face

Rappers more of a joke then a ray of hope

I ain't sittin' on my ass just to turn my cheek

Hip-hop be the art and I'm the masterpiece

You cats with fake images, watch your back

Practice what you preach, cause that shit is wack

 

[Chorus]

 

[Frukwan]

But what you mean you ain't down, you ain't rollin' with us

Cause you livin' mad large, and your crib is plush

Must've forgot, you the same little crab from the wood

Punk from the hood, frontin' like this shit all good

Movin' up in the world, even switch the gas

But you know to this day, I still whip that ass

Ain't nothin' change, nothin' but the time of the year

Still trot through the hood like Paul Revere

Vision my vise, my peeps is black and dilated

Brothers quick to cross the streets, intimidated

Ain't my fault, cause I got that New York walk

New York talk, blame it on society's fault

Brothers stay bebbed up, I'm prepared caliss

Ready to give my life because I'm doin' a bit

Bagged the eighth, figured it was worth the weight

Crack a bottle over the head of your fake role models

Bitin' the such of must, give up ways and plus

I be damned if I let the song self distruct

 

[Chorus x2]