(feat. Mike Payne)



I got a Chi state of mind

Heart of Marcus Garvey

Body of a slave soul, African king

That get up in the Egyptian scribe

Each lyric I'm planting a seed

To lead my tribe

You can look into my eyes

See the dream of Martin the fight of Malcolm

Fists from Huey the other from Stokely

With a Jack Johnston left hook if you want to provoke me

Part knowledge, part common sense Cassius Clay confidence

Preach black consciousness

Fred Douglass desire, wittiness supplier

Won't stop rocking till I retire

To burn my kingdom you must use fire

Fears of a nightmare never kept me from dreaming

Tripping and falling, dog it never kept me from walking

If I fall on deaf ears it won't keep me from talking

The fuel to the fire leaves me steadily sparking



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We got the right to remain silent

While they got the right to remain violent

Right to remain tyrant

Systems chews you up and spits you out like a stick of trident

It don't matter if you Tookie or Kobe Bryant

Clock strike 12, you just another nigga

Every five minutes a brother pulling another trigga

It hurts my heart, grown man statistics

They life they risk it for cheese like a triscuit

Fall off sorta like a bungee jump

Dead or in jail no shock g sorta like Humpty hump

It's a cold world but the blocks hot

Kids ditching school for the school of hard knocks

Voice high pitched

They already pitched rocks

Scary life, Hitchcock

Sacks in their tube socks

No boy scouts for handling knots

Swear to god we need a new eagle leading the flock



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Living my life like its golden

Spitting my songs like they platinum

Check my watch, time for some action

Hood got us all divided sorta like fractions

Let my words guide the picture like a closed caption

Where I'm from niggaz had years full of rainy days

Drink the whole 5th just to take the pain away

The blocks like a cage self imposed

Only windows of light are shooting j's and spitting flows

But I will never ever tell another to try to be me

But I'm sick of half the shit I see on tv

Sambos, jezebels, porch monkey's trying to sell

Propaganda to their own people still trapped in hell

They don't see they blind till the fact that they blind

Dismissing me as conscious

I'm feeding they mind

That's the reason I rhyme

Revolution starts w/ individuals

It ain't enough to sing eagle spirituals



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