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This a portrait of America that Norman couldn't master But crack rock well-suited for the capture Whole hood hostage to that white in the glass But because the prisoners Black, it wasn't labeled a disaster Too hard not to internalize So I keep burning in this personal hell 'til the inferno dies Government feeding us bullshit 'stead of truth Giving birth to a dishonest nation, we call it fertile lies We had a house kept getting robbed 'Member the night daddy brought the pistol out to end the men involved And 5-0 came to grace us with their presence two hours after mom dukes had sent the call And who was I? Young Assata from the Zulu tribe Trying to breed love from hate like The Bluest Eye Too many friends long lost to this useless cycle I guess that's a revolutionary suicide Huey saved me, Paulette and Henry made me Proud of humble beginnings, but hungry for domination I'm an abomination The X they can't solve for, smoking revolver Ghost of a Mau Mau, rolling through Upper Marlboro And all of us was struggling just to get by And the reflection is eternal, Talib gave us words to live by But all we want to do was get high Kept a one-hitter of that indica hidden above my mid-thigh Building with the gods 'bout the 120 Letras de cancionesHit the Rastas up with the change from my lunch money Cop a Final Call from the NOI Tryna to figure out how to stay up when that misery seems to love our company But we made it through the hurricane That's why I'm quick to speak the truth, but I'm careful not to hurry fame 'Cause even though I came a long way, I Owe less to the struggles where I am than to the tragedy from where I came Sa-Roc, Sol Messiah, SP the Ghost I am Malcolm and Mandela (I am) From the concrete jungle with knowledge of sand dwellers Shout to the sisters (Shout) Smoking while I listen to the ancestors whisper Fight for your freedom and your rights 'cause you need 'em (You need) And it's the tech days, so your life gets deleted if your cypher ain't completed (Cypher ain't complete) If you ain't complete, you ain't elite (Uh-uh) If your little brother's hungry, then tell me, how could you eat? (How could you?) It's one for all, all for one (One for all) Brand Nubians, light up a doobie, give me a gun I been watching the news (Yeah), I been feeling the blues (Yeah) You could get killed by the boys wearing the blue (You know) And I don't mean the Crips (Uh-uh) I'm talking 'bout the cops on the strip See the opps and your option's to dip (You gotta dip) It shouldn't have to be like that Hard to survive, third eye, can't see like that (Can't see), Ghost To my Black bro and Black sis Keep your Black thought and Black fist Yeah, I'm always on some Black shit Probably got me on their blacklist I'm willing to die for these Black kids Are you willing to die for these Black kids? We gotta survive for these Black kids We gotta be wise for these Black kids, yeah From Letras Mania