Fist Up

Black Brown child want to act wild at war cuz the world is a ghetto Single file for many miles trying to get some food off of hot metal Education is degraded, they are dying while trying to learn I pity the fools in those city schools Mom works two jobs to earn Don't, own it, stay, paying the rent, Section 8, simple complex Cyclical trap, don't know how to act, her belly again is convex Degenerate venomous intent The evidence relevant instead No money is earned she will deflect Depression for her is the onset No plan and no offense to combat against defense It's more like a pretense Purple drank lean on death Sleep walking so there’s no dreaming Looking for ways to be schemin’ Never had a father figure now he is struggling to find the meaning Combative ways ease the pain What he lost he'll never gain Lack of a man not in this thing Absent at last don't know his name Of course he's going insane Decades of implanted rage This book is a saga it's nada I gotta flip the page Fist up with me Fist up with me Fist up with me Fist up with me We taking that power no doubt We taking our power no doubt Fists up with me Fists up with me Fist up with me Fist up with me Fist up with me Fist up with me We taking that power no doubt We taking our power no doubt Fists up with me Fists up with me He sees that passage trying to afford the heavy toll Feeling this ain't the place to be the devil done stole her soul Like, Mr. T my A team, B.A. seen Baracus Aspire to higher heights just look at what Barack did We trumping over that static More dramatic than flip in gymnastics Ride in a box in a casket Hope 21 to live and get passed it Tattoos the skin blasted Not ever doin’ it for fashion Judge a book by the cover cops harrassin' when we passin' Statistics are meticulous Fillin’ up those numbers ridiculous Little fights were just the fisticuffs Now they blast on sight so frivolous Brown and Black boys they killing us Protecting naw they’re serving us Cross them in the hood they burning us Society deserted us Stealin’ our ways stealin’ our taste Like elvis all over again Changing the way that it is played Shut us out all over again Damned hell or high water Line em up to be slaughtered Grab your sons and your daughters We fighting back for all of our fathers Yo Fist up with me Fist up with me Fist up with me Fist up with me We taking that power no doubt We taking our power no doubt Fists up with me Fists up with me Fist up with me Fist up with me Fist up with me Fist up with me We taking that power no doubt We taking our power no doubt Fists up with me Fists up with me