I said listen, I'm a nigga on a mission

Do what I gotta to get my people in position

Help 'em envision a better living condition

Stop putting so much trust in your religion

They couldn't conquer without division

Boy you still black, I don't care if you Catholic or Christian

Police'll still fuck you up, young buck

Bust you in your head, leave your body by the dump truck

Revolution got me pumped up

But it's still a fact black people still think so fucked up

How they got money to go war with whoever wrecked the buildings

And none forever cuz HIV infect the children

That mean the money for a life they can save

They rather use it to send a life to a grave

And that's not righteous ways

That ain't even half, my real-a-real

I could write for days, but I don't know how they might behave

You seen what they did to the 'Pac's, Martin's, and Marvin Gaye

Could you picture the Black Panther party today?

Usin' hip hop to say the same thing Marcus Garvey would say?

Imagine Malcolm X over a beat

Tryin' to rally up the troops and take control of the street

Still in the window holdin' the heat

But now we got soldiers on the corner like police patrollin' the beat

Fuck G.E.D.'s – Niggaz need DP CD's

We don't need PCP; we don't need flat screen TV's and DVD's

We need more knowledge of who we be

Do we really know where the guns come from?

Do we really know where the drugs come from?

How come it only affects us and not them?

How come Jesus Christ has still not come?

Why am I wrong if I kill a nigga that punch me?

But it's alright for you to blow up a whole country...