[Verse 1:]
Few bullets hit the floor while flying through the air
Billie Jean light up concrete, some die there

Military weapons against stones, not fair
Gun shots in the streets, whole block scared
^!$$%z tell you they love you right before they shoot you

Hug your momma, cry at your funeral
It's terrible, sinful, life here is pitiful
God has a dark sense of humor, divine comedy

Jokes on you, punch line is tragedy
It's not what he say, it's how he deliver it
Louis Armstrong gas me, said it was wonderful

Bush lit the match, show souls are flammable
Push me, don't, I'm close to the edge
War, I keep falling but I'm laying on floor

So deep, drowning but I'm not in water
In Hell, inferno, inhale, breathe fire
In Heaven, internally, exhale, leaven Lucifer

Fail my objective, can never be president
Although I have all the criminal qualifications
So now I guess I'm just like Colin Powell

Lack of real power and blood on the conscience
Some Caucasians see black as being contagious
Their children love us and now act the strangest

Wish they could go back to days when they hang us
Man them days they hung us is still among us
We got fake revolutionaries trying to mislead us

Won't bust they guns, in the head they just beat us
Fight they own kind instead of ones who mistreat us
Mechanicals for revolution Che Guevara never got 'em

He couldn't be bought by the demons who shot him
So don't give me that power to the people %#@!
Unless you about the %#@!, too many ^!$$%z died for it

Old timers known how to spot who's legit
Real bankers are pros and know who's counterfeit
Do or live free lunch, that's who I roll with

We out here exposing hoes and foes the way we should
Living good, not giving back to the hood
%#@! changed, the Klan's black wearing hoods

Prove me wrong, I wish brothers would
In this song, cause I rather be wrong


[Scratched chorus:]
Situation is life or death


[Verse 2:]
I learned the worse devil in the world's a black one
They'll speak your language, talking slang son

If detected, here's come another one
Where these ^!$$%z coming from?
Bred with self hatred

Eating master's scraps, feeling that they made it
Black churches and buses fire bombed and raided
Program American Hunger, so they ate it

Cook grams iron chef, ghetto gourmet
Slow jams, while get high forget problems
No man's an island, but each one's a monster

%#@! ain't never gonna change, we can't solve them
How can a nation build when they don't love each other?
No promise land, only misery prolong

But in this song I rather be wrong

[Scratched chorus]


[Verse 3:]
Armstrong Williams endorsed Bush to kill millions

Your skin is black, but for you I have no feelings
Your fouls are flagrant, you secret agent
I speak for a tribe still alive but lost

Your ancestors will haunt you 'til you see the light
Condoleezza Rice, how you sleep at night?
I guess the devil tucked you in real tight

Take a look in a mirror (*##$ you are not white
What do they have on you?
Something ain't right

The vow taken by the president at the inauguration
Never let this become a ^!$$% nation
But they're like roaches, plan B space station
Just incase they get the heart, choose to fight
And want a war, can't take it no more

Make these ^!$$%z literally reach for the stars
Throwing rocks will never reach Mars, can't touch this
Kill 'em off, see who survives the sequel
It's un-American, ^!$$%z will never be equal
$#&@ them jiggaboos, they not even people

It's not a myth; they're only three-fifths
Ay that ^!$$% lover, what was on his mind?
Probably had ^!$$% in him, knew he was they kind
Now a ^!$$% for life, that's why pennies don't shine
Show nonbelievers matter's controlled by the brain

Grimm's David Blaine, for the world display pain
All those multiple contusions and bruising illusions
Magna Carta, OG Constitution
Twelve fifteen, master plan for prostitution
The king is a pimp wearing jewels to executions

Father against son, that was the revolution
We didn't matter, so please don't be flattered
Africa was shattered, our blood was splattered
I've died before so I don't fear
Took two thousand years for a ^!$$% to reappear
Gotta kill me cause I'm powerful, I know the deal

Memorize lines, go along with the script
Will my execution make my people flip?
Will disciples be trife and slip?
Please come together all Bloods and Crips, make purple
Save your people, they counting on you to kill yourselves
It's time for us to make a change, I rather be wrong
We now hanging ourselves

There's no excuse no more, gotta come together
Gotta get %#@! right, %#@! is too $#&@ed up
It's been $#&@ed up for a long time man
It's beyond color though, just need to get our heads together
People don't realize what this world is for
%#@! ain't for us to $#&@ing fight each other
Mother$#&@ers think man, think

Life is too short for this %#@!
Running around in circles man, like rats in a maze