The Revolution

I'm seein' bodiez in the alley and blood in the valley
 From the shores of Maine all the way to Compton Cali
 I'm callin' rally to the homies in the street light
 Take a real close at what it look like
 A young nigga in the ghetto raised up on whit
 The first thing momma told him was don't take no shit
 Playin tag with body bag
 Bullets
 And bloody rag
 And did you put the dodge on the toe tag?
 Whoever the man today, might not be the man tomarrow
 Cuz life is full of hardships, pimpslaps, and sorrow
 Ya gotta believe in something, but whatever ya do
 Make sure what you believe is real and true
 Fuck the liez an' alibiez an' come to realize
 My vision won't assault of wasted on blind lil' eyes
 Like A T an' T ya gotta make a switch
 O' get pushed to the side like a lil' ol' bitch
 When the Revolution come I'm gonna be up front
 With my finga on the trigga of a Mossburgh Pump
 When the Revolution come I'm gonna be right there
 With my nine in my hand and braids in my hair
 I've been hollerin' and hoopin' yeah
 Lootin' an' shootin'
 I'm doin' some recruitin' to bring mo' troops in
 Niggaz don't be doin' what they 'posed to do
 They betta post on the corna with the busta crew
 Playin' games I used to play back in '79
 With the same bullshit an' the same ol' lie
 If you want some respect ya won't be individual
 On the nigga nuts cuz he rollin' in the Sixty-fo'
 Yo favorite line is fuck all a y'all
 But one day there's gonna be a final call
 That's why I'm rollin' deep in the motherfuckin' Jeep
 Always on the peep an' my crew don't fall asleep
 So pull your money outa your pocket an' put it in the middle
 This ain't no roosta ass Chicken George nigga on a fiddle, huh
 Ashes to ashes, dust to dust
 In my mothafuckin' self I trust
 -Chorus-
 Way back in the dayz we used to sling 'em in the street
 But now when niggaz get beat
 They wanna go an' get their heat
 Everybody know that you know how to kill
 But tell me do you how to let a nigga live
 I gotta dream that maybe one day
 Niggaz can't fight then walk away
 I'm talkin' fist-a-cuffs put the pistols up and shoot 'em from
 The shoulders to show that you can hold yours
 I sing the song of the fight of the black man
 In America
 In a state of hysteria
 No longa will I accept the second rate
 I plan to set the record straight b'fore I disobey
 Its the one - two combination punch to the throat
 There's a hole in ya boat bitch
 That's all she wrote
 Ashes to ashes, dust to dust
 In my mothafuckin' self I trust
 -Chorus-