I was born black, I live black,

and I'ma die probably because I'm black

because some cracker that knows I'm black

better than you nigga, is probably gonna put

a bullet in the back of my head!!



Yeah our lives fucked up, no doubt

All this shit we go through every day

Sometimes a nigga don't know what the fuck to do

But see I got my niggas

And we gon organize a people army

And we gon get control over our own lives

And I mean that shit right there from the bottom of my shit

I Ching



[Verse 1]

Yeah, yeah

Imagine havin no runnin water to drink

Chemicals contaminate the pipes leadin to your sink

Just think, if the grocery stores close they doors

And they saturate the streets with tanks and start martial law

Would you be ready for civil war

Could you take the life of somebody you know,

or have feelings for if necessary?

I got cousins in the military

But far as I'm concerned they died, when they registered



[Verse 2]

Yo, this world is oh so cold, I think about my ancestors

Being sold, and it make me wanna break the mold

Fuck the gold and the party, train yourself, clean your shottie

Tell me what you gon do to get free, we need more than MC's

We need Hueys, and revolutionaries

The niggas on the streets today, it's kinda scary

The smell around my way ain't roses or strawberries

In fact it's kinda poisonous, bringin out the boy in us

But I'ma stand up on my own, like a man do

Dominate the land and make wealth, like Fu-Manchu

Yes the peoples army stick togehther like glue

We represent the I-Ching, and to this we stand true

Military formation, anyone participation is welcome

Each one teach one, son help son

Just one gun is all it take to get it started

Livin in the wilderness of the west we cold hearted



HOOK 2X:

If you don't think it could happen think again my son

Be prepared for the worst that's yet to come

We want freedom, prophecies and ancient wisdom

Cataclsym, niggas be like fuck the system



I don't wanna be no movie star

I don't wanna drive no fancy car

I just wanna be free, to live my life, to live my own life



[Verse 3]

Yeah, I'm for peace

But I'll kill ya if ya fuck with my moms or my niece

See we all want peace, but the problem is

Crackers want a bigger piece

Got it where the niggas can't get a piece

That's why police get stabbed and shot

Cuz a nigga can't eat if the ave is hot

Locked up you get three hot meals and one cot

Then you sit and rot, never even got a fair shot

That's where a whole lotta niggas end up

My man moms even got sent up, tryin to keep the rent up

When I'm bent up I think alot about the reason I'm here

I think about the things I fear in the comin years

Ahead of me, I'm ready for whatever they bring though

I'd go against a tank wit a shank for my dreams

And that's my fuckin word

One day the whole world will smoke herb

And niggas won't get took to jail for hangin on the curb



HOOK 2X



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