I was born black, I live black,
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and I'ma die probably because I'm black
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because some cracker that knows I'm black
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better than you nigga, is probably gonna put
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a bullet in the back of my head!!
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Yeah our lives fucked up, no doubt
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All this shit we go through every day
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Sometimes a nigga don't know what the fuck to do
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But see I got my niggas
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And we gon organize a people army
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And we gon get control over our own lives
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And I mean that shit right there from the bottom of my shit
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I Ching
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[Verse 1]
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Yeah, yeah
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Imagine havin no runnin water to drink
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Chemicals contaminate the pipes leadin to your sink
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Just think, if the grocery stores close they doors
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And they saturate the streets with tanks and start martial law
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Would you be ready for civil war
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Could you take the life of somebody you know,
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or have feelings for if necessary?
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I got cousins in the military
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But far as I'm concerned they died, when they registered
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[Verse 2]
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Yo, this world is oh so cold, I think about my ancestors
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Being sold, and it make me wanna break the mold
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Fuck the gold and the party, train yourself, clean your shottie
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Tell me what you gon do to get free, we need more than MC's
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We need Hueys, and revolutionaries
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The niggas on the streets today, it's kinda scary
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The smell around my way ain't roses or strawberries
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In fact it's kinda poisonous, bringin out the boy in us
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But I'ma stand up on my own, like a man do
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Dominate the land and make wealth, like Fu-Manchu
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Yes the peoples army stick togehther like glue
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We represent the I-Ching, and to this we stand true
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Military formation, anyone participation is welcome
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Each one teach one, son help son
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Just one gun is all it take to get it started
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Livin in the wilderness of the west we cold hearted
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HOOK 2X:
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If you don't think it could happen think again my son
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Be prepared for the worst that's yet to come
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We want freedom, prophecies and ancient wisdom
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Cataclsym, niggas be like fuck the system
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I don't wanna be no movie star
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I don't wanna drive no fancy car
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I just wanna be free, to live my life, to live my own life
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[Verse 3]
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Yeah, I'm for peace
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But I'll kill ya if ya fuck with my moms or my niece
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See we all want peace, but the problem is
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Crackers want a bigger piece
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Got it where the niggas can't get a piece
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That's why police get stabbed and shot
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Cuz a nigga can't eat if the ave is hot
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Locked up you get three hot meals and one cot
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Then you sit and rot, never even got a fair shot
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That's where a whole lotta niggas end up
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My man moms even got sent up, tryin to keep the rent up
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When I'm bent up I think alot about the reason I'm here
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I think about the things I fear in the comin years
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Ahead of me, I'm ready for whatever they bring though
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I'd go against a tank wit a shank for my dreams
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And that's my fuckin word
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One day the whole world will smoke herb
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And niggas won't get took to jail for hangin on the curb
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HOOK 2X
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(next part of hook)
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HOOK
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We Want Freedom
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Dead Prez |