Power
They say they want a classic, people have to have it
The only rappin nigga that's not an addict
But addiction ain't the only infliction
Screaming "Fuck The System" trynna dodge the conviction
And I say it with my chest
Money be the root, so the whites give us less
I be stressed in my moms crib
Like we ain't got enough land, how we suppose to live?
More for them means less for us
Lessons that I've learned taught me lots of distrust
Feelings in the dark that I never did discuss
But I found this open verse and I'm speaking this for us
Bringing shit to light that's always plaguing my soul
Like how we suppose to grow when we not in control?
Like how we suppose to live if we can't even branch out
Crackers put is in the box, used to put us out the house
War stories, they could never write our history
They killing niggas on cam, and it's a mystery
Execute all the pigs and their families
I realize in saying that, I'll never see the Grammy's
But some shit is way more than the music
Besides it's the white man whose doing all the choosing
When it comes to this shit, I wanna jury of my peers
So I can speak from the heart and talk my life without fear
Man it's clear as fucking crystals
I'm sending all my love to the people like a missile
And nigga if that love miss you, get that hate up out your heart
I really hope somebody kiss you
Rather than somebody miss you
Unless we talking shots then I hope that the pistol
Jams in the hand of the man who's probably jealous
That was aiming at your life cause this ain't a fair fight
The only rappin nigga that's not an addict
But addiction ain't the only infliction
Screaming "Fuck The System" trynna dodge the conviction
And I say it with my chest
Money be the root, so the whites give us less
I be stressed in my moms crib
Like we ain't got enough land, how we suppose to live?
More for them means less for us
Lessons that I've learned taught me lots of distrust
Feelings in the dark that I never did discuss
But I found this open verse and I'm speaking this for us
Bringing shit to light that's always plaguing my soul
Like how we suppose to grow when we not in control?
Like how we suppose to live if we can't even branch out
Crackers put is in the box, used to put us out the house
War stories, they could never write our history
They killing niggas on cam, and it's a mystery
Execute all the pigs and their families
I realize in saying that, I'll never see the Grammy's
But some shit is way more than the music
Besides it's the white man whose doing all the choosing
When it comes to this shit, I wanna jury of my peers
So I can speak from the heart and talk my life without fear
Man it's clear as fucking crystals
I'm sending all my love to the people like a missile
And nigga if that love miss you, get that hate up out your heart
I really hope somebody kiss you
Rather than somebody miss you
Unless we talking shots then I hope that the pistol
Jams in the hand of the man who's probably jealous
That was aiming at your life cause this ain't a fair fight
Credits
Writer(s): Dez Fermino
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