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in my bag don't mean it's a good time for trying me
But they hate when i rap about real shit
Free my big bro he got locked for a sentence
By now got

like a chef and chop suey  The south korean  Rileys met the angelino huey  Pooey your shit kinda  Stank like you passed gas  Light up the golden  Child

all my fallen soldiers
Man, free my nigga Tooly right now
Another unlawful traffic stop murder by the hands of a bastard cop
They see the color of our

either called by SPNs
Or ball on ESPN
These for profit prisons
Put the inc in the pen
That's why I'm loading up my ammo
Putting ink in my pen
The truth

Purple batch and tattoos
Bad bitch and some nice views
Two yabs or a nice brew
All that cause cash rules
This earth that I walk, I just play by

adolescence
Fueled by a strong desire, concupiscence
So long from what my mom taught me, all the lessons
How to treat a woman
Usher a man these confessions
Make

for that I would fight
Yea that girl I need her by my side

Jay, how you do it every time
Jay how you getting all them dimes
Jay, how you do it every

and oppressed
Live in fear of speaking up
Scared to end up like the rest
Mlk showed me that i could dream Malcolm said by any means
Huey gave me black power

mean, no one's shot by an arrow.
You should understand how you're feeling
So you can communicate it within reason.
I mean paean pains to sorrow; new names

our country to tears
If your heart never opened to Harriet, Malcolm
Martin Luther King or Shirley Chisholm
If you never listened close to Huey or Angela

If they judging by appearances how they treating my color way
I swear ain't no comparison
What a time to be alive better cherish it
Money on my mind

Jordan do the drive-by shooting
Alphabetically recline my Uzi, pow, and let em try and find my SUV
All you rappers all Sci-Fi movies, got me tripping off

of condemn
I'm this jungle we call the town in the city of sin
Where niggahs start packing 9's by the time they run 10
And by the time they 18 they locked up

do the drive-by shooting
Alphabetically recline my Uzi, pow, and let em try and find my SUV
All you rappers all Sci-Fi movies, got me tripping off

I'm with Louis cooking up
I feel like Huey, who?
Watch the boondocks
I'm not trying to watch a movie
Got a girl and she don't want listen to me
This

strength by reflecting on your weakest moments.
Papa was a rolling stone. 
Always dipping loading zone
Macaulay Culkin home alone
Didn't see him much
Mama

your temple by tenfold
The pinnacle, profit while the prey upon the weak (weak)
Nothin' changin' but the days when all the infantry is sheep (yes)

You new niggaz better learn  to move accord 
Rest In Peace to S.I. Huey P and YoungGod 

Salute to all my real niggaz on the yard 
Niggaz that stood

ya mans, He a lil bitch
I shoulda known by the way that he switched
Now he mad, run in his shit
Nigga be quick to go play a like a vict
How you mad

on
Who gon be the one to let you know that you a hoe
And I just packed up every bag and sat it by the door
And you gon tell me everything you thought I

fake look like some dolls
Fake like the dream like the dream sold us
Claim we free but then they hold us
Guilty by the skin we molded
American pie

Yeah

This Is America
The Real America

Yo!

In beginning we were nothing but cotton pickers, In servitude 
Disenfranchised, fucked by the Justice

keep shutting down blind swordsmen
Like Kenshi, get bitches by the plenty
Death to many men, it'll be many
Now I take a sip of Ma, like it was Remy
I'm

and get it on my own in case you asking
And focus on enhancing all the places that you lacking
Put it on the screen, no HD I be by my own damn self
Like I