Fist Up

Black Brown child want to act wild
At war cuz the world is a ghetto
Single file for many miles
Trying to get some food off of hot metal
Education is degraded
They are dying while trying to learn
I pity the fools in those city schools
Mom works two jobs to earn
Don't own it, stay, paying the rent
Section 8, simple complex
Cyclical trap, don't know how to act
Her belly again is convex
Degenerate venomous intent
The evidence relevant instead
No money is earned she will deflect
Depression for her is the onset
No plan and no offense
To combat against defense
It's more like a pretense
Purple drank lean on death
Sleep walking so there's no dreaming
Looking for ways to be schemin'
Never had a father figure
Now he is struggling to find the meaning
Combative ways ease the pain
What he lost he'll never gain
Lack of a man not in this thing
Absent at last don't know his name
Of course he's going insane
Decades of implanted rage
This book is a saga it's nada
I gotta flip the page

Fist up with me
Fist up with me
Fist up with me
Fist up with me
We taking that power no doubt
We taking our power no doubt
Fist up with me
Fist up with me
Fist up with me
Fist up with me
Fist up with me
Fist up with me
We taking that power no doubt
We taking our power no doubt
Fist up with me
Fist up with me

He sees that passage
Trying to afford the heavy toll
Feeling this ain't the place to be
The devil done stole her soul
Like, Mr. T my A team
B.A. seen Baracus
Aspire to higher heights
Just look at what Barack did
We trumping over that static
More dramatic than flip in gymnastics
Ride in a box in a casket
Hope 21 to live and get passed it
Tattoos the skin blasted
Not ever doin' it for fashion
Judge a book by the cover
Cops harrassin' when we passin'
Statistics are meticulous
Fillin' up those numbers ridiculous
Little fights were just the fisticuffs
Now they blast on sight so frivolous
Brown and Black boys they killing us
Protecting naw they're serving us
Cross them in the hood they burning us
Society deserted us
Stealin' our ways, stealin' our taste
Like Elvis all over again
Changing the way that it is played
Shut us out all over again
Damned hell or high water
Line em up to be slaughtered
Grab your sons and your daughters
We fighting back for all of our fathers
Yo

Fist up with me
Fist up with me
Fist up with me
Fist up with me
We taking that power no doubt
We taking our power no doubt
Fist up with me
Fist up with me
Fist up with me
Fist up with me
Fist up with me
Fist up with me
We taking that power no doubt
We taking our power no doubt
Fist up with me
Fist up with me



Credits
Writer(s): Keisch Wilson
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