Woorden:
Raised Fist Get This Right

Eight million stories in the city of furies Don't get the twist, you listen or get the fist I got nothin' to lose so I gat fools with this I got nothin

For this monster, this coward that we have empowered This is Bin Laden, look at his head noddin? How could we allow somethin' like this Without pumpin' our fists

for that buck them trash cans lay in the street ghetto technique for drive bys, for the low them 5 dollas will get u high dice games, white Gs, fist

up Oh my god we stay hard never softening up And we rockin it rough Tough til my pockets are stuffed Love hip hop and clockin the bucks how can I get enough This

to soldiers And train your brains with the pride and the insight To do what's right, yo black, it's yo' life Once upon a time called now we start this

prisons This ain't no do diddley, it's a do somethin' Flash light, red light, proceed ahead right Straight into them headlights, you get your head right Head right get

wisdom Hail to the moon, just like Kunta Kinte That means I'm gifted from the get-go Mom's you never let go, mad thanks for raising me right, bro' You

the store My neighborhood your life is a dare 'cause there's factories pumping out black air And I'm breathing this shit everyday Living crazy, 'cause I'm dying anyway I see this

crippled in their fear Now I 'll tell ya 'cause I been in many schools for this 'Cause I'm drawn by the vision and close my hand into a fist Raised