Originally Posted by J.T.S.
they round us up for reasons that override a probable cause
driving by mean-mugging hating how we walk and how we talk
I say it's time we man up and fight the pigs "urban assault'
there's no justfiable reason for the murders they commit
the higher-up's are the commanders orchestrating the hits
pull you over in the whip with guns drawn on some rambo shit
on the corner the corrupt one's robbing dealers for bricks
drugs planted in your jeans that's how they set-up kids
it's with them i'm fed-up with so one day infinite ammo spits
tired of backing down tired of them putting my face in the ground
punching me for speaking my rights..hit me with kicks, and slaps
on my face they spat mad cause i have legit bank and a caddilac
probably see me on the high-way and want to take my car off track
the hatred is heavy so i don't drive relaxed
their set-up's are set-backs they got me vexed enough to clap
they prey on us in packs tazing us and putting night-sticks in our backs
just another day in the hood for the real. the first half of this verse killed it for me.
all i do is teach the youth to be concious of their surroundings
and be prepared to shoot when cops surround them
these are the times were living in i'm not giving in
cops punching females these demons need to be disciplined
with a bat to the temple ribs and knecks were breaking then
that's what it's coming too either you fight back or their easily killing you
it's deeper than revolution but best believe it's Mumia approved
if their screening me better believe their screening you
tracking you with radar paying my brothers and sisters off to be traitors
theyr'e the real haters original men annihilators
remember it's bigger than pigs their orders are to cap our wigs
but no matter what they try if i die my seeds are destined to live
my soldiers ready to die like notorious b.i.G.
it's deeper than a story recognize the reality and realness
and your a lost sheep if you didn't feel this
I could easily see you spittin this next to scarface or rakim. Big ups J.
weep for lost babylon,
the bleeding god, the forgotten sheep slaughtered in a forest of evil fog
bordered by a sea of faults,
fleeing mobs turn to see the holocaust and become kings and queens of salt
screaming shots, police and chalk,
wingless fallen demons walking among us as people...