Yea Man, this nigga Thelonious always give me something I can breathe on Bleed on Shout to Johnny Smalls
This is ground zero I’m rising 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 them they in dire conditions Tryna survive in prison, praying 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 Like 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 drinking from the whites only fountain of youth They heard the cage bird sing so I bought me a coup, Pardon the roof it gets shy in the summertime When momma said be home before 10 I had my number 9 Thugging outside with them hooligans ditching 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 staring past the wall from a rooftop in Bethlehem Reminding 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 walking contradiction I’m in Saint Laurent boots, mobbin Standing 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 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
I’m from the home of Black Stone Rangers, where they invented gang banging And they twist up they fingas like they opps in a backwood From where Gotti Moe was hanging, 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 thinking you hard boiled Better simmer it down, take that shit downtown 6 flags 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 flamin hots for breakfast because that’s all they can afford 44% of Inglewood beneath the poverty line from where they living 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 9s 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, living off ramen noodles Where the north pole is bundled and it’s cobras out in Humbolt You could get booked like Mowgl 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 holding dope You can’t play around in k-town, its get down or lay down, buss downs, grey hounds Throwing Ls in L town bumping 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 end having to stay cause you got shot nigga