(feat. Lord Jamar, Talib Kweli)



[Talib Kweli]

For all my people who got someone locked down right now

Fuck it, this for everyone locked down right now, fuck it

Help me out, Lord Jamar, Talib Kweli, Kool G Rap



[Kool G. Rap]

From the street blocks, to c-blocks, sleep in a box

Creep with an ox, got beef in the shop, got beef with the cops

Sharp blade keep in the crotch, prison guards deep on the watch

Fifth stare people'll drop, if it ease not then we peeping it pops

Even though they not speaking a lot, 

the plot ease drop, greasing a cop

Come to shove meat in your chops, flee the spot, sheets in a knot

Get tied from your feet to the top, you caught in the hall, 

make blood skeet with a mop

If you doing shift in the kitchen blood'll leak in the pot,

Just a long game of sheep and the fox

Phone time, beef for your slot, the shit'll make you weep in your coot

Mayors get messy y'all, nigga get shanked up in the chest he fall

Pressed against the wall, got the best of y'all, 

stitch from neck to balls

Skin cut flesh and all, stretched out unless you balled, 

nothing sexy at all

The life destiny wall, hope the Lord bless when he call, 

Stand like a man or be a Debbie in core, heavier 

they come heavier from nigga to whore

Be a predator, dead in the morgue, a spread in the log



[Chorus x2: Talib Kweli]

In the prison, industrial complex

You got taxes, politics, jobs death

Gross stun it, cold blooded, dark and heartless

From the pyramids down to the projects



[Lord Jamar a.k.a Supreme Allah]

What do it take, vandal try to escape

I got a homemade shank, wrap the handle with tape

Better move quick fast, I got a trick for your ass

Niggas in my clique stick dick to your ass

So we don't give a fuck trying to make time past

Here eat it up feed a nigga fine glass

Got jail house wine in the stash, 

Every time the café serve swine yo I tell I pass

Do like Beecher did to Shillinger and shit on your ass

You the feature when I'm killing ya, hit on your ass

Supreme Allah said we got time to kill

So when it's time to kill, we got time to kill

In the yard with the guards when its time to build

And time is hard got to use my wills

See shit has changed every since they killed Adebisi

You never know niggas might try to grease me



[Chorus]



[Talib Kweli]

The image that we pro-ject is still God

Time to reflect but the reflection is hard

Like sticking mirrors out between the bars, seeing the guards

Seem like everybody innocent regardless of the charge

You face death, rape threats, and place bets, 

on who getting laced next

Forever faceless never waste breathe 

Blowing out the candles that the wind already snuffed out

They locked up your body your mind could bust out

Police don't sweep to get the dust out

They want your name in the system, 

My need to mention the death penalty as legal lynching

People listen, they got teenagers up in the line up

To fill the new facility they built they need the crime up

Please, the war on drugs is really war on the youth

War on the people, war on the truth

The violent crimes rise, 

the silent dies as sirens cry through the night

People fight for what's left and not what's right



[Chorus] 



[Talib Kweli]

Word is bond



[Goes into a Augustus Hill on Oz skit]