I live a double life of political philosophy,īut revolution follows me, the struggle for equality,Īgainst the morally bankrupt claiming to be born again, Is best exemplified in it's foreign policy dichotomy, The Interpretation of American Democracy,
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Unidos por fin! (Finally, united!) We seize the time, free at last, learn to love, live to fight, not just for me, but for others, teach the new blood, and live for freedom! Trying to dead us through cancer, through chemical testing! Revolutionary gangsters in your presence, The medium figures choking the four five, Guess the local authorities to be the Ho Chi Minh trail,įrom robbing bodegas and boosting like low-lives,
We vocal minorities, no pookie man trail, This Greenspan system wanna dent my activism,Įstilo machetero get my people out the ghetto,Ģ1st century grito de alar estate quieto (stay calm), I'm a free man so I changed my mannerisms, Prison to the bricks, but I'm stuck in this global house arrest, Walk my oasis spacing jungle behind bars, The world got a template, to turn us into inmates caged in a state pen,īonded to slave ships to punch in your timecard, I came to my senses, un esclavo no soy (I am not a slave), that is not my past, I came to know me and my people, red brown and black, helped me paint the future. We not a gang or a clique, we young lords! If they want it, we gonna take 'em to war, This is the life of your forefathers that fought hard,įour corners of backyards, power in numbers, so they subtract us and add bars, Of how they try to divide us (to make us weak) find us (and break a piece) so I gotta, (to make it ) honest (I play for keeps), So when I'm free I'll teach, spread the speech, Tattoos of my flag, PR pride Jesus Christ,īut I wouldn't wish this on my worst enemy, I'm stronger and much quicker I appreciate the gain,īuilding with my, brown power reunite, Thoughts of my freedom lingering in my brain, Knuckle pushups on the concrete, till I bleed out the pain, My spirit sharper than lasers they used to build pyramids, They got me locked in a cell where I'm feeling like an experiment, In la calle, a collision course with incarceration, consumed by the lies of the streets, they were an illusion but I awoke caged like an animal The hustle's in my veins, I could bleed in a potĪnd make a soup that'd go for 10 dollars a pot I had them bags packed until they damn near open I don't care if it was pink, as long as they still smoking It ain't just green, the haze is purple and them berries is blue The weed ain't the same, all the colors is new These cuts are like they agree with everything With big guns, they through that diesel who never change So Tito became my hijo, he had cheap blow,Īnd each o like three, four times, I flip one,īut it's evil, the people I deal with a stick none He traded me John Madden for it I don't remember the name,īut it was weak though, the streets though, they play with perico,
It started when I was young with my genesis games, I'll fix it up make it look good enough to catch some fool, If it to be sold, I can sell it, If he can't, that's cool, New to the world, fresh out the barrio, I was an outlaw rebel, out of my mind, young and wild, my existence defined in one word: Survive!
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