All I see in this world, is death & pain. Weather death or locced up, they send us away. They celebrate when they see us in graves or chains. So I guess you can say, our mood embodies the rain. In order to stop wit the struggle, we chasing the bag. By any means necessary's the goal that we had. And in certain neighborhoods, you wearing a rag. But, to the cops it don't matter, you're instantly trash. I don't wanna hear the shit you trynna sell. They don't even care, if you trynna better yourself. They frisk you down, like they searchin for drugs & scales. They racist minds won't ever let us prevail. In their minds, we niggas, but we're blacc males.
We always knew, that this shit wouldn't end. Being friendly lasted as long as a trend. I'm trynna find out, where the unity is. Donald Trump's bout to bring out separation again. I wish you muthafuccas would tell me this is life. This the bullshit, that made all the legends fight. Pac said he wanted to spark knowledge in ya minds. So, I'm makin sure, y'all don't ever stray from the light. So now the question I ask is, the fucc you expect? You thought we was gonna Allow you to disrespect? Well just know, the revolution is comin next. Y'all might as well go ahead, & cover your neccs. Cause like a deposit to the bank, we comin direct.
The KKK is at it again. A blacc activist mother, just lost one of her kin. I wanna know, when all of the misery ends. If It's not for respect, what are we fightin for, then? This is for those that wanna live, so they can get old. Makin sure they kids learn, from the stories they told. So, once it's their time, they got some memories to hold. But you can't, if the cops are under ya nose. You live ya best life, but then some shit goes wrong. You can't punk out, all you can do, is stand strong. Fucc whoever said that you don't belong. I got kids to support, so I'll just live long. All the madness In the world, we'll rise above it all.