Justice

They give us guns and drugs

Then wonder why in the fuck we thugs

All of us serve the same masters, all of us nothin' but slaves

Never forget in the story of Jesus, the hero was killed by the state

Not strong, only aggressive

Not free, we only licensed

Not compassionate, only polite

But every now and then, I wonder if the gate was put up

To keep crime out or keep our ass in

These cats drink champagne to toast death and pain

Like slaves on a ship talking about who got the flyest chain

I would be Ivy League if America played fair

Poor excuse, and so I was

Can't burn his cross 'cause he can't afford the gasoline

I used to sell dope, nigga, now I can't vote (Vote)

The only people who are afraid of facts are those who don’t have a leg to stand on.

These niggas ain't thugs, the real thugs is the government

Just 'cause he from the ghetto, that don't mean he sellin' crack

He drivin' home from work, you pull him over 'cause he black

Think he gangbangin' 'cause he got dreads and a few tats

Would you feed a grown man or expect him to hunt?

They take the money out the hood, but never invested in us

There are too many young black brothers doing life bids

'Cause justice means, 'just us white kids'

You say you wanna be my leader, I think you wanna be my God

You say you on the side of the righteous (Right) I say I'm gonna hang with the wrong

Africa's never dead, Africa's always dying

What's more powerful - the brain or a twelve gauge?

George Bush doesn’t care about black people

Now the grown up Goliath nation

Holding open auditions for the part of David, can you feel it?

I may not understand every aspect of everyone’s culture. But I do understand the distinction between oppressor and oppressed. And I choose to side with the oppressed.

I love Dr. King but violence might be necessary

'Cause when you live on MLK and it gets very scary

You might have to pull your AK, send one to the cemetery

Rap snitches, tellin' all their business

Sit in the court and be their own star witness

My pussy wrote a thesis on colonialism

In conversation with a marginal system in love with Jesus

And y'all still thought a bitch couldn't rap huh?

Even if you in a Benz, you still a nigga in a coupe

Streets too loud to ever hear freedom ring

Say evacuate your sleep, it's dangerous to dream

Music is a mirror of what we’re going through, not the cause of what we’re going through.

They say it’s two ways out the game, bullets melt your flesh

Or catch a sentence and they change you like you Malcolm X

If you’re the artist who wrote the protest song, you’re hoping it won’t make sense in five years. But it does.

Somebody give me a big yes (yes!)

God bless America, but she stole the B from Bless (and kept it)

I'm a part of the problem, my problem is I'm peaceful

And I believe in the people, yeah

I am not Jasmine, I am Aladdin

If I was old, they'd probably be a friend of me

Since I'm young, they consider me the enemy

They kill ten of me to get the job correct

It wasn't until I left that I realized it's not weird to grow up in certain cities and, by the age of 27 or 28, for all of your friends to still be alive.

Today, I watched a man die in a hole from the comfort of my home

The books that take you to heaven and let you meet the Lord there

Have become misinterpretated reasons for warfare

Reread them with blind eyes, I guarantee you there's more there

My Uzi is my mind, the bullets are the words I speak.

You would rather have a Lexus or justice?

A dream or some substance?

A Bimmer, a necklace or freedom?

it is your duty not to burn your own house down for anger with an enemy. It is your duty to fortify your own house, so that you may be a house of refuge in times of organization.

Never givin' credit where it's due 'cause you don't like pussy in power

Like I got 16 to 32 bars to rock it

But only 15% of profits ever see my pockets

You know the best medicine go to people that's paid

If Magic Johnson got a cure for AIDS

And all the broke motherfuckers passed away

You tellin' me if my grandma's in the NBA

Easy, low-key crooked military

Pay taxes up my ass, but they still harass me

Welcome to the United Snakes

Land of the thief, home of the slave

Grand imperial guard where the dollar is sacred and power is God

Let's talk about sex, baby

Let's talk about you and me

America is the biggest gang in the world.

I refugee from Guantanamo Bay

Dance around the border like I'm Cassius Clay (Yes, sir)

I got 99 problems and 12 still the biggest

If the world gives you pen and paper, draw the line

Jail is big business, believe me.

Its madness that you speak of innocence and guilt

In a prison that was built just to generate some wealth

You try to vote and participate in the government

And the muh'fuckin' Democrats is actin' like Republicans

Now that I escape, sleepwalk awake (Yeah)

Those who could relate know the world ain't cake

Jail bars ain't golden gates, those who fake, they break

When I'm cruisin' in my Volvo, cops harass me

They never ride past me, they hound me like Lassie

Actions have reactions, don't be quick to judge

You may not know the hardships people don't speak of

Black is bein' guilty until proven that you're innocent

I pray my deaf brother don't run into the police

'Cause you tellin' him to put his hands up, he can't hear

Ain't goin' for deceased

These rookie police need to get trained, even in their sleep

No Batman and Robin, can't tell between

The cops and the robbers, they both partners, they all heartless

Take the evil out the people, they'll be actin' right

I got one round left, a hunnid cops outside

I could shoot at them or put one between my eyes

Chose the latter, it don't matter, it ain't suicide

And if the news say it was, that's a goddamn lie

But before we can be African, we gotta be black first.

Every problem can't be solved at the ballot box

We unifying Africa like Gaddafi, that's what got Malcolm shot