You.

Oh, Uh huh.

No more revolution is just fucked off.

Signore, The piece down in the hood.

He never left so much more to see.

Heard the news about him really hurt me to my core for with the other side and 1200 while we explore the streets jealous of my melon.

And what make you human More than me.

They threatened us oppressing us.

We post play that cordially.

Think about that shit.

Like what if George is just fucked up his them to sit back and watch him torture me?

Like why you ain't gonna help you?

Just recording pressure.

Then I'm shooting final seconds after court because I'll be damned if I let a pig put a fucking me.

The fares knocking That just mean the devil at the door for me.

I just hope the Lord with me they try to change the rules and shit.

Ain't going how they planted guarantee you I'm gonna be the last man standing officer down bodies dropping them shells, landing shot town leader like Fred Hampton.

Uh, baby starving.

Their parents can't even afford Pampers.

No wonder why is hustler and clap hammer?

He dropped out of school.

He only speaking there.

Trapped Grandma.

They're teaching us last.

In fact, scatter Don't want us with self love.

Missing history ain't got ass.

So they ain't promoting the black Jesus or Black Sand.

No idea.

Arise when we see through all the propaganda on that front line Fizz ball like black pants tearing in the eyes of a *** Hadn't cracked like Why the fuck I gotta prove to you my black ass matter?

No, really?

Why the fuck we still marching?