Fallen Star

Turn me up, turn me up, turn me up, what?
 Turn me up, turn me up, turn me up, what? (Yeah)
 Turn me up, turn me up, turn me up, what? (Yeah, what, yeah, uh)
 Pack your cannons we outlandishly brandish the weapons
 Meet Jamaican like you God (nut, girl) and 'em handin' you lessons
 We learn a lot from the 60's like glaring 13 necks
 Mainly, the niggas get shot for flarin' out their larynx
 And get to speakin' on a conditions of black people
 That's illegal, they enforce it with the force that's lethal
 Make you wanna grab a gun and throw the all black gear on
 Head to congress exercisin' your constitutional right to bear arms
 Leather jackets and glasses and you can tell it's us
 The FBI probably bust a nut if we self destruct (nut, girl)
 Call it militant but ain't nobody killin' Barry
 You can't be militant if you ain't got no military
 But it's still a very powerful word
 Picture some niggas with guns, got 'em very disturbed, word
 Nowadays, you could get shot for a cheap necklace
 Back then my people bust shots for the free breakfast
 Now right -fore you see God, or stand before Allah
 You could learn from the stars that fall out of the sky
 Everybody act hard, like they got no regard
 So we mourn falling stars, they still livin' all hard
 We still here, word
 This is for Medgar Evers, Martin, and my brother Malcom
 Sometimes, we be sittin' and wishin' for another outcome
 My head be spinning, it be full of why's and the how come's
 The value of life is so cheap if your skin ain't talcum
 We need leaders, we lookin' at entertainers
 It's about the cash, so we respect the biggest gainers
 Nigga get paid, then they run away from the community
 That ain't gangsta nigga, you the opposite of Huey P
 Don't be confusin' me with haters, player
 Get your paper, just show respect to the folks who made you (yeah)
 Blessed by the creator so give money, nigga
 Just don't bring a plate of food around a hungry nigga
 Out on these streets the police is killin' (nut, girl)
 I'm spillin' out my heart on these beats so I can feed my children (yeah)
 Disrespect and I'm a give you a bar to save your life
 'Cause we don't need no more fallen stars
 Now right -fore you see God, or stand before Allah (nut, girl)
 You could learn from the stars that fall out of the sky (yeah, c'mon)
 Everybody act hard, like they got no regard (uh-oh, uh-oh, oh)
 So we mourn fallin' stars, they still livin' all hard (we still here)
 We still here, yeah
 Stalk the stage with the pride of the panther
 Hands off Asada and the blood of a dance floor
 Word, rock on, throw the 2Pac on
 He's not gone, you hear his influence in pop songs
 Shine brighter than those Vegas lights
 Illuminatin' that Vegas night to the party after the fight
 'Til the gunshots disturb the peace like Luda
 Too bad, he ain't a white chick in Aruba
 They'd have a whole department dedicated to findin' the killer
 You'd see Afeni Shakur on Larry King, and motherfuckin' Dennis Miller
 Word, Bill O'Reilly would be flapping his gums
 How much respect do they have for my people?
 Actually none
 You either do the nigga packin' a gun who hate niggas
 Even though every time he pass a mirror he staring at one
 My man stressed 'cause of lack of funds
 This the type of shit that make you wanna drown your liver
 And blacken your lungs
 Now right -fore you see God, or stand before Allah
 You could learn from the stars that fall out of the sky (yeah, yeah, c'mon)
 Everybody act hard, like they got no regard (uh-oh, uh-oh, oh)
 So we mourn fallin' stars, they still livin' all hard (we still here)
 Now right -fore you see God, or stand before Allah
 You could learn from the stars that fall out of the sky
 Everybody act hard, like they got no regard (uh-oh, uh-oh, oh)
 So we mourn fallin' stars, they still livin' all hard (we still here)
 We still here, yeah
 - course, this was inspired by 2Pac Shakur (yeah)
 Eazy-E, still here (still here)
 My man Justo (still here)
 Big L (still here)
 Big Pun (still here)
 Yeah, I'm from Brooklyn, you know what I'm sayin'
 Brooklyn know a lot about tragedy
 We lost our Big Poppa and our baby girl
 That was our whole world, yo (still here)
 This is for our fallen stars (nut, girl)
 Inspired by the poets, revolutionaries, and activists
 From the generation before us
 Come and do our thing on this microphone
 When else in the history of this country
 Can a black man get on the microphone (nut, girl)
 And say whatever the hell he wanna say?
 It's a lot of responsibility
 But we standin' on the shoulders of our ancestors
 So I bear that burden, throw it on my back, yeah
 (Nut, girl)