Fist High (feat. Reek & Malcolm Jakob)

My oh my, think we finally see the problem
The government officials that we pay with tax dollars
How is it democracy, when they abusing power?
And implementing systems to keep niggas at the bottom
Damn, in prison niggas legally slaves
When they get out can't even get a job for minimum wage
Still seven dollars and twenty five cents by the way
How the fuck they rehabilitate you ain't do a thing?
But I get it, follow shit that was written by slave owners
Yeah, I get it G, you ain't a rebel you just paying homage
Oh I get it, you can say it cause you got some black homies
Wait a minute, when they kill us got us marching by our lonely
But got a lot to say if we riot, go and figure
I do some digging I bet yo daddy a grand wizard
And covid still roaming and you pussies still bitter
Cause that orange nigga lost and now he can't use twitter

Keep your fist high, don't trip these days
We all going through it life a trip these days
It'll be alright smoking press' in the haze
Careful not to let the time pass these days
Keep your fist high, don't trip these days
We all going through it life a trip these days
It'll be alright smoking press' in the haze
Careful not to let the time pass these days

I need a stimmy Joe, you hear me Joe?
You got to let me get it tho
You tricking niggas just like the rest of em in them suits
Empty promises filled up to the neck they can't prove
How the money trickle down thru the lobbies for corporate means
What you mean it ain't enough to go around for the sum?
Turn the debt we got to miles it does some laps around the sun
Shine everyday around me but y'all still want my
Lil piece of the pie, my, slice of the getting good
Every time niggas be up the government fuck it up
Look at Martin, look at Malcolm, look at Fred
Vocalize coming together and now you get it
I'm sicking but still kicking in this bitch like Bruce
Cause if the earth go today at least I lived my truth
Along some real down niggas tryna live theirs too

Keep your fist high, don't trip these days
We all going through it life a trip these days
It'll be alright smoking press' in the haze
Careful not to let the time pass these days
Keep your fist high, don't trip these days
We all going through it life a trip these days
It'll be alright smoking press' in the haze
Careful not to let the time pass these days

I was told the revolution won't be televised
Saw it's getting posted on my twitter last year
Done with hope, need action
It's clear we near a separate time from the past
But as things change know they stay the same
As we keep going like a cheap shows set design
We turning parody apparently, in short
They gon' tell us, "hoop or rap", either way you stay in court
Gon' target you the hardest, that's regardless of your forts
I report live from where we grind until we cash burning
Where cells boom, slammers making sure they have service
Where even in the midst of crisis know the gats bursting
Racists making time in they schedules to kill a black person
The past burden me, but certainly we leading
The present gift the moment better own it 'for the evening
The futures in your hands plan for life that you conceive
The American Dream, but you asleep if you believe it