Pop pills, sell dope and sparking the nine, we've perverted God's gift of bars & rhymes/ In heaven Mike Brown and Sandra Bland are both eating brunch with the Charleston 9/ I know it's not your fault for the environment you were given, the systematic racism filling all the prisons/ white supremacist turned cops serving hidden agendas, executing blacks it's like a modem lynching/ But we gotta find a way to recapture the mission, of our fallen ancestors & restore ancient Kemet/ through these beats & rhymes our black children are listening, but we can't lead the blind until we perfect our vision/ these verses that i rhyme, reenacting what we living, so if you don't like our words then fine, change the conditions/ to many households where the role of man is missing, either dead or deadbeat, or serving time in prison....
Verse 2
People coming together, on one accord is unity,You and me supporting one another, that’s community/we gotta weaponized our minds, for this battle with Satan, we are vulnerable alone, Satan hates collaboration/And the devil hates knowledge,Do well and go to college, because your legacy last longer than your birth to your eulogy/ They try to divide and conquer us, trailer park and the projects, but honestly little separates the ghettos and the Holler/I want the single mama, and the dedicated fathers, The ex-convict, and the hard working blue collar/the marine biologists and those dope with the science, the teachers & the artists and those dope rhyming/the preachers the scholars, to unite as one, and shine a light like the sun, I can see in the optics/ for the next generation we are paving the way, death gentrification we the agents of change.....
