[Verse 1: Stalley]
They sayin' I'm the last of a dyin' breed
And this generation is in a dire need of a voice like me

Someone to embody the glory, I guess that's me
Someone to tell the story of the people like me
Those who came from nothin' and fought like me

They said that I'd be nothin', I'd be dead by 23
The pastor said becase I'm Muslim I'll burn eternally
And my sheik said because of my tattoos, Heaven I'll never see

So I'm out in the open, all alone, searchin' for some peace
Mentally I feel enslaved by this weak economy
So I'm thinkin' 'bout buyin' a piece and robbin' everyone in front of me

But the funny thing is, we all feel it
I'm just speakin' of pain that we all live with
But we God's children, civilians of the ghetto

But cry so loud, I'd be damned if they throw this echo
They tellin' me to let go, ask me why am I upset for?
Yeah, I'm upset

Yo
Cause you won't except the people that I rep for
The kids with broken hearts and torn souls that find it hard to let go

Confusin' them with your religions
And lyin' politicians, throwin' us in you prisons
Makin' us welfare recipients with no hope, so why hope?

You !@$(s listen before it's a nation of millions I provoke
And we show up at your front door
Weapons raised, no questions, man

You knowin' what we come for
Respect of the utmost


[Bridge]
Rippin' my heart was so easy, so easy
Launch your $$#ault now, take it easy

Raise your weapon
Raise your weapon
One word and it's over

Raise your weapon
Raise your weapon
Raise your weapon

Raise your weapon

[Verse 2: Stalley]

Non, non, nonviolent what they tellin' me
But a killer is what closin' me, no mercy for they punk $$#
They threw too many shots, not to bust back

I came too far to go back
All these words I done spat
The coallition [?] you been warned that it's combat

So black gloves, black mack, I'm strapped up like Cojack
^!$$%s better run like Bo Jack
I'm blitzin' with these raiders

All these haters better Code Red
You punks better run inside
Cause these dogs that ride noses're red

And they so fed up with all this corny fake %#@!
They want real, and they so trill
And they throw steal and they don't feel

Sympathy toward your judgement
You can call the law or call the gods
But they still not budgin', so we thugin' until they brung in

Standin' here 'til the sun dim and it's back up
Lexus, got 'em raised up
No power 'til we was raised tough

And we all together, so get raised up or get rolled on
Got crips, bloods, and them Stones on
This revolution is so strong, and this war we ain't start alone