Suns and Daughters

Here to the sons and daughters of Jah Rastafari
Here to the one who got the faith in it lastly eye on eye, eye

We rest in halls walls built by profits
Markets overflow with lies and false ballots
Pallet hit by bullets pull it think twice
Pamphlets off a templates delayed thoughts or splice
Advice is given by hood poets with wisdom
Living for forced ways of life sentiment turned victims
Systematically I'm a rattle trees and shake the snakes out

Just like spark steakhouse douse nooses with gasoline
It's payback for 16th street baptist scenes I'm sincere
Shed tears for Yvonne you and Malcolm's with God
Our war rages on joy rose the Autobahn
Iraq is I gone in the red white blues the new clan uniform
Bearer of bad news I choose to teach the babies but maybe it's past noon
The moon is out with nine planets in full bloom

Here to the sons and daughters of Jah Rastafari
Here to the one who got the faith in it lastly eye on eye

Yeah I was in the back room watching some old rap tunes
Clancy yell niggas is here get the fuck move
Niggas I'm trying to break the jake's got me
Hey Poppy I need two things tools to make the street ring
He opened up on officers lost his first born shattered the ribs
He back at the crib unnoticed cops lost trace
I kinda look like him but anyways
I'm at the lab smoking when gloom came choking in the room

I'm arrested in boxers watching Apollo
Detective Barlow said, "I murdered two cops across
The block enjoying Schaefer and robbed two stores later"
Wait a minute give me your lawyer Public Defender
I'm broke as fuck that's how we end up repent
What so it's up off the bridge into the river
They set me up life in a six by nine
Shit ain't much different than my nine to five I might survive

Here to the sons and daughters of Jah Rastafari
Here to the one who got the faith in it lastly eye on eye

Y'all, my tomb is ready empty the serengeti
My peoples is healthy Star strong arming the wealthy
Burning and looting heavy dilemmas and shooting
What's wrong with a takeover you scared of a makeover
America did it my sentence the rape's over
Snatched that land and handed over back to original
The world's not filling you, the people's not either

We caught a bad case a heated kill Bush fever
They keep us on corners with no job offers
Feed your fam selling white next week meet the coroner
Sound familiar they precautions and kill, yah
It's a setup ready to steady aim fuck I'm fed up
I'm set up in a wicked chair in my clutch of rifle and spare

I told you fake ass niggas I'm sincere, my heart echoes
My seeds hopes and fears I'm serious we got the rise from the ashes
See Casses people Bronze told you how it happens
Angles ball O had mad interrogation
They frame us for anything we forced to let the shots ring
Black stealing chaos on my mind in a six by nine

Here to the sons and daughters of Jah Rastafari
Here to the one who got the faith in it lastly eye on eye