Stand True

Yea
Yo yo yo
Yea
Uhhh, yo, uh
Yo
It's the Chief
Uh huh

Yo I'm tellin' the stories that's in my dreams
All I see is the obscene, It's no wonder why
I don't belong on the scene, the Masta Chief endeavor
In between memories of when you were teen
Digging for all those insecurities, expose them
Have you butt naked on your knees
Eyes lookin' up at the Chief
For he the proof of the almighty DEITY
Ay yo the words never speak percents of blasphemy
Nor do they contain positive message to boost your self-esteem
There's a reason why the music industry don't push these records
It'll bring the people up to speed
With all the information that they need
So they have the equal opportunity
To see beyond the bliss into this harsh reality
Without the FOG clouding your visibility

The ability to gain the EPITOME of AUTONOMY
That's the only way to live
Why America gotta shoot down our COLORED BROTHAS
Constitution founded on LOVE for one another uhhh
That mean no matter the COLOR we all SISTAS and BROTHAS
Fighting for justice, while rich ones
Control with the laws that they govern
The game that they play is on a whole 'nother fuckin' level uhhh
They the devils, they sit back and rig the board
To never allow us to get up out the concrete jungle
The 1%'ers can't empathize with our members
They catalyst of heat waves in Mid-November
Can't it be so simple like RZA embedded
Millions with inferences prophetic
The final grandeur great escape
The information waitin' for you or you burn at the stake