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To Every Man, Woman & Child... 1. We Want An End To The Glamorization Of Negativity In The Media. 2. We Want An End To Status Symbols Dictating Our Worth As Individuals. 3. We Want A Meaningful And Universal Education System. 4. We Want Substance In The Place Of Popularity. 5. We Will Not Compromise Who We Are To Be Accepted By The Crowd. 6. We Want The Invisible Walls That Separate By Wealth, Race & Class To Be Torn Down. 7. We Want To Think Our Own Thoughts. 8. We Will Be Responsible For Our Environment. 9. We Want Clarity & Truth From Our Elected Officials Or They Should Move Aside. 10. We Want Love Not Lies. 11. We Want An End To All Wars. Foreign & Domestic (Violence). 12. We Want An End To The Processed Culture Of Exploitation, Over-Consumption & Waste. 13. We Want Knowledge, Understanding & Peace. 14. WE WILL NOT LOSE BECAUSE WE ARE NOT LOSERS, WE ARE LASERS!!!
Anthrax lab on a west Virginia farm,
shorty ain't learned to walk already heavily armed,
civilians and little children is especially harmed,
camouflaged Torahs, Bibles and glorious qurans,
the books that take you to heaven and let you meet the Lord there,
have become misinterpreted reasons for warfare,
we read 'em with blind eyes I guarantee you there's more there,
the rich must be blind because they didn't see the poor there,
need to open up a park, just close 10 schools we don't need 'em,
can you please call the fire department,
they're down here marching for freedom,
burn down their TV's, turn their TV's on to teach 'em.
The more money that they make
the more money that they make
the better and better they live
whatever they wanna take
whatever they wanna take
whatever whatever it is
the more that you wanna learn
the more that you try to learn
the better and better it gets
Now if a Muslim woman strapped with a bomb on a bus
with the seconds running, give you the jitters?
just imagine an American-based Christian organization planning to poison water supplies to bring the second-coming quicker
n***a they ain't living properly
break 'em off a little democracy
turn their whole culture to a mockery
give 'em Coca-Cola for their property
give 'em gum, give 'em guns, get 'em young, give 'em fun
if they ain't giving it up, then they ain't getting none and don't give 'em all, naw man, just give 'em some it's
the paper, some of these cops must be Al-Qaeda.
don't give the black man food, give red man liquor
red man fool, black man n***a
give yellow man tool, make him railroad builder
also give him pan, make him pull gold from river give black man crack, glocks and things, give red man
craps, slot machines...
Like, check him, tears roll down the eyes,
Of the rides inside of a funeral procession
Here lies, with X's in his eyes,
the unguided misdirected
Squad cars roll past and laugh.
They say The Streets is a demon in a dress
With dollar signs in her eyes and semen on her breath
Slain boyfriend names is tattooed on her t*tties
Sprinkling greed, ignorance, and envy inside of a Philly
Hennessey tears, ass'll bring ya enemy's here
Flirt with her flaws till you run up in her raw
They say the game has the belly of a beast,
Blunts for fingers and hollow tips for teeth,
Wire taps for ears, Nike Airs for feet,
Blasphemy for prayers, a system for a heart
Rap music for beats, heroin for a son and he's married to The Streets
Crack pipes for lungs, and he never sleeps
Just spies, with dice in his eyes
Loves life cause he likes when it dies
With a baking soda soul, he cough up pleasure
Clothes made out of dollar bills that he sewed together
He knows, he's clever, jealous his house
All the liquor that's poured out, goes right in his mouth
Rides around on a stray bullet;
With prostitutes, pimps, dope dealers and killers tied to it to pull it
A TV in his head, stripper slides down his legs
And he's known to ride around with feds, and he's OUT THERE
Don't you know that I run this place
I'm the reason its become this way
And their love for it is the reason I have become this praised
They love my darkness,
I make them heartless,
And in return, they have become my martyrs,
I've been in the poem of many a poet,
And I reside in the art of many a artist
Some of your smartest have tried to artictulate
My whole part in this
But they're fruitless in their harvestin'.
I'm the one that they follow,
I am the one that they march with,
Through the back alleys,
And the black markets,
The Oval Offices,
Crackhouses and apartments,
Through the mazes of the queens,
The pages of the sages,
And the Chambers of The Kings.
One of the oldest, most ancient-est of things,
Speak every single language on the planet, y'all mean?
I am the American dream,
The rape of Africa
The undying machine,
The overpriced medicine,
The murderous regime,
The tough guy's front,
And the one behind the scenes.
You can watch on TV,
How they should properly depict you,
The rivers should flow with liqour,
Quench your thirst on my elixirs,
I am the safe haven for the rebel, runaway, and the resistor
Ihe trusted misleader,
The number one defender
Believe some say the neon signs by the
loudspeakers repeating that everything is fine,
a subtle silence to demolish the troubled conscience,
of a populace with no knowledge and every freedom denied,
every dream is designed and broad casted,
from the masters to the masses,
from the antennas on the top of the shrines.
I love the Lord,
But sometimes it's like that I love me more,
I love her, with all my heart,
Every vein, every vessel,
every bullet lodged,
She said - that she would give me greatness,
status, placement above the others,
My face would grace covers,
of the magazines of the hustlers,
Paper, the likes of which that I had never seen,
Her eyes glow green with the logo of our dreams,
She would be my queen,
I could be her king,
Together, she would make me cool,
and we would both rule, forever.
And so began our reign,
The Trinity, her and I came,
"Do I love her?"
I said I don't know
Streets got my heart, Game got my soul.
How does it feel knowing innocence was killed here?
Last night at the park beating heart was stilled there
For the love of this chain I make appeals here.
Lets pray for our brains bust-downs Kneel here.
There was once a child in here,
cause all the tribulations and the trails in here,
And all the limitations of his housin, there
Became a teenage trafficker a thousandaire
Captivated by what the drug dealers told,
Infatuated with what the drug dealers drove,
A life validated by what a drug dealer holds,
On the stand cause what another drug dealer told.
From the cradle to the cage
we bring our sons up to get gunned down
our daughters to have more.
Wait! I ain't a hustla I'm straight,
I'm damn near a busta, no laws I break,
Money I never seen guns, I didn't hold,
drugs I never sold, calls I didn't make,
N**ga this is a waste of your time and mine.
A case? This ain't even a fine
You ain't find nothin' homie, not even a dime,
Not even a don(?) that'll drop a dime on me,
I know you was dying, so you put a dime on me,
I know that's a crime, your supposed to fight crime for me,
Protect and to serve,
Prosecute, correct and return to the homies,
And that's gonna send me direct to the curb, so you can put em back on me.
Just a hustla with a badge confiscate the dope money,
Put it with your retirement boat money,
You ain't building no playgrounds in the poor for some cash,
That ain't a pension that's a shoe box stash,
With a glock to protect it we both undercover check it,
Thinking that the good we do, gonna out weigh the sinning that we do to
Feel he don't get paid enough,
To kick in doors to raid and cuff,
So he use what n**gas get on the street to supplement the wages cut,
So he gotta keep just enough n**gas out there hustlin to keep his paper up,
Like that...Maybe he should be in them handcuffs...