BETHLEHEM/SC FREESTYLE Video (MV)

Yeah
Man, this nigga Thelonious always give me somethin' I can breathe on
Bleed on
Shout to Johnny Smalls

Uh, this is ground zero I'm risin' from the ashes, uh
The first step on the road to Damascus
I redefined my narrative I'm Frederick Douglas, uh
I can't harbor hate although they never loved us, nah
I tell my guys I miss 'em, they in dire conditions
Tryna survive in prison, prayin' they don't die in Dixon
Bro said send him some pics of me with Australian bitches
Back in America they treat us like we Aborigines
Original man, they tried to white out our history
As if the first universities wasn't Egyptian
Lauryn Hill said it best, it's just miseducation
And Section 8 is just modern day segregation
I'm drinkin' from the whites only fountain of youth
They heard the cage bird sing so I bought me a coupe
Pardon the roof, it gets shy in the summertime
When mama said be home before ten, I had my number nine
Thuggin' outside with them hooligans ditchin' school again
The 'Raq was my holy land, like the tribe of Judah and them
Persecuted at home like Philistines in Hebron is
I'm starin' past the wall from a rooftop in Bethlehem
Remind me of project halls in Lawless gardens
It's the same if you go back to Africa, Marcus Garvey
A people without knowledge is a tree without roots
I'm a walkin' contradiction, I'm in Saint Laurent boots mobbin'
Standin' on the west side with Chairman Fred Hampton
'Bout to catch a red-eye back to my bed in a mansion, yeah
When did hip-hop turn into hip propaganda? (Uh)
They killed Dr. Sebi, they make mills off of cancer
The business is keep us addicted to pharmacists
So we too preoccupied with prescriptions for politics
Give 'em mass incarceration leave the children fatherless
I'm the voice of a generation we won't be silenced

(It's the business my love)

I'm from the home of Black Stone Rangers
Where they invented gang bangin'
And they twist up they fingas, like they opps in a Backwoods
From where Gotti Moe was hangin'
He got killed there pulled him out his wheelchair
Photographed him with his pants around his ankles
Where they indoctrinate young, hit the freight trains for guns
Drive 'em up from Indiana or Tennessee with the 'Bamas
And blue police camera's sit high like gargoyles
Crack your head to the yoke for thinkin' you hard boiled
Better simmer it down, take that shit downtown
Sixflags on Halloween, it's fright night in Terror Town
And them killers in Killer Ward catch you in River North
If you whippin' foreign, they pull your ass out the doors of your Aventador
Eat Flaming Hots for breakfast, 'cause that's all they can afford
44% of Englewood beneath the poverty line, from where they livin' poor
And they can't make up their mind, who's the best of all time Larry Hoover or Jeff Fort?
Who drop dimes, load Glock nines and John Doe 'em
Where they changed the name from the Chi to the 'Raq to Drillinois
And the winter is brutal put the toaster to your strudel, make you doo-doo
You on bed rest, livin' off Ramen noodles
Where the North Pole is bundled and it's cobras out in Humbolt
You could get booked like Mowgli by the Moes out in the jungle
And the Lords in Holy City will make you do the holy ghost
Shake you down like Diddy if they suspect that you holdin' dope
You can't play around in K-Town
It's get down or lay down, buss downs, grey hounds
Throwin' Ls in L-Town, bumpin' DJ L sounds
Active shooters in the city this is not a drill, trust me it's real now
Came for a photo opp to show your opps
You wanted to visit O-Block
Ended up havin' to stay 'cause you got shot, nigga