"I ain't doing no more sit-ins to get shit on..." I respect MLK to the fullest, but I am more a fan of Malcolm and Marcus. Take matters into your own hands, by any means necessary!
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War and Peace
Violence jumping off in the streets as we speak
You best to warn police
We coming for that ass, we gunning for that ass
And the reason ain't peace, we ridin
Best to pick a side, my nigga, to stay alive my nigga
I ain't doing no more sit-ins to get shit on, it's corny/
And I know now I ain't gon' never fit in/
I ain't commit the first sin, but I'ma cast the first stone at the dawn of the morning/
Form a militia built of the same niggas in Compton that was picked to pick cotton in Virginia/
The epicenter of the NIGGER epidemic/
Right off the Atlantic, run and tell your parents/
They're caught up in it too if they're Caribou or Spanish/
Hanna Barbera, the Mein Fuhrer/
Hannibal or Jesse the Body Ventura/
Whoever the man in the mirror may be/
Can he see the possibility of peace/
The grim atrocity of grief/
Or at least feel the pain flowing through his own veins/
Shit change a man for the better or drive him insane/
Which way do you follow if you look ahead to tomorrow/
Do you see hope or ganja smoke and empty bottles?/
Living life in staccatto/
Fuck the world is your motto/
Fuck your girl till she hollow...
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I ain't signing no petitions, I don't want no fucking sympathy/
Just give me the chance to make my own decisions willingly/
Life is a riddle, I'm caught right in the middle passage/
Having a flashback of crackers giving me whip lashes/
No wonder the ratchet feel snug in my back pocket/
I carried a machete to pick cotton for years/
I forgot but the Dr. helped me swallow my fears/
Told him he should go to Columbine and work out there/
We all got the same problems, just the wrong idea/
Fuck peace, we on some eye for eye, ear for an ear/
Line of coke getting sniffed on the line for welfare/ The wine burns going down, cause it's hell here/
But let me ask, who in the hell cares if you fucked up/
When everybody got their own shoe straps to buckle up/
Cuddling and kissing's for actors and actresses/
Get to cussin and kicking, or get you ass in the kitchen/
Bake a pie in the oven/
Deliver it to your neighbor and try to learn how to love 'em...
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from
Higher Learning,
released 31 August 2006
Written and Produced by Terrence "Mercury" Harris for 3 O Clock High Music