[Intro: Chris Wise]
BLACK. MARKET. WARES.


[Verse 1: Chris Wise]
Look around
Blunt wrappers and crushed fillings

Became A blunt rapper just to crush villains
Come to our village
Behold slavery's effects upon our children

Plantation Politics!
Gave us all rocks, but no scholarships
We pop poison Ciroc to build our sorrows in,

Got hung over, save ourselves tomorrow then,
Turnin' tricks, clutching dicks
Told me she modeling?

Quicksand, tryna free my soul
Waterboards can't break our spirit
They said "Wise you was speaking too low"

Maybe y'all ^!$$%s just couldn't hear it!
Said "waddup" to death, couldn't fear it
Cuz that's the master plan,

Copies of the new Blueprint?
I'm at the booth, cash in hand
Brooklyn: that's the home field

Bringing back that Attack of the Clones feel
My fam-lay sling rock and roll
No fronts when I'm talkin gold

Beast mode don't flinch,
Talk slick, get pinched
See hawks stay watchin

The unwise get Lynched!
I remain at peace,
But it's a war outside, don't sleep

Bodies drop, blood stain my cleats
Hi-steppin' in the primetime,
I'm tryna stay clean!

Put my head down and just go,
Put the lead down and just flow
Then I hope you can understand

These conflicts of a man
These conflicts of a man
These conflicts of a man

No pops there to hold my hand
No pops there to hold my hand
No pops there to hold my hand

When I stumbled out the gates,
Now I'm picking up the pace
And my vision's getting clearer

Promised land getting nearer
Get my Swiss up, then jet to Geneva
Feds intercepting receivers,

Trap crackers
But I'm Cam Newton,
The Black Panther

And all my War Eagles is young !@$(s
Based in the struggle
To my Africans starving

I got you
And I love you
I got you

I love you

[Verse 2: Chris Wise]

One day I spoke with K-Dot,
Other day built with Skateboard
Everyday build wit my grandmoms,

Said "you only get what you pay for"
I never listened, and I'm paying for it
So many costly mistakes/

Ask Kobe how he lost that 8
Just a youngblood tryna find my way
Still broke but it's fine by me/

All this strife just temporary
Gimme til about February,
I need that rent and I'm grind'n hard

Behind these bars is a boy still scarred
But The Man took charge and demanded some heart:
"It's war time, strap them boots on yo feet! ^!$$%!"
Whole hood smell like chitterlings
Gotta clean these guns up off the street!

And I'm off the beat 'cuz Plantation P is over
Bronx is burning, we got to leave
RIP Ramarley, we are you
And you are we
Still alive and I'm mostly free

Right on the frontlines, where I'm 'posed to be
No punchlines, no more jokes
Cleared my mind, no more smoke
You can't define this one of a kind
And I hate to rhyme but I gots to speak

I gots to be
I just got to be!
The man, the myth, the legacy
Spit recipes til the checks increase
And investments peak

I hope we see some brighter days,
Playing in the streets, no right-of-way
Watch my brothers kill each other, tell me what the bible say
These are the survival days
Choose your side and find your way.
You can follow me to Zion,

Knowledge is the vital key
Knowledge is the vital key
Knowledge is the vital key

[Outro]
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