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You don't understand, do you?
Hey man, don't you in order for us to make this thing work man
We've got to get rid of the pimps and the pushers and the
And start all over again clean?
Hey look, nobody's me anywhere, ok?
I mean not you, not the cops, man
I you wanna get rid of the pushers I'll help you
But don't send people left to me
Oh come on
Can't you see we can't get rid of one without getting rid of the other
We gotta come down on both of them at the time
In order for whole thing to work for the people

1]
Good things to those who
I don't involve wth who make noise or indulge in hate
I pray to God, may Allah make my be great
So my job secure in my broad is late
I got no time to slow it down and
Niggas hungry for a change so eight
Years, safe here never,
it moving, reindeer weather
Crack babies crack sellers, still got nada
That happens when you black nigga with no
Unathletic, it's sad though it's no calling
So now you with the strapped that want problems
No problem, and the hood ain't in years
And I'm optimistic at times for politics can't erase the
is dead, self-loathing and shit
Whole feel misplaced since the Reagan Era
Where's Che ??
cries from black moms for convisary
And the cops'll now, the town is different
See the blocks like black mamba, brown
Little gentrification which ain't
All us is niggas, a few of niggas is bitches
Dig it, lit up, Obama got a longer tenure
You ain't gotta get involved that boy sizzle

Yeah, one under God
Politics about the guap, I hate to break heart
Just my part
Stay low, to God
For all the hate shown, it made it hard to
Could be a race war, on your mark
'Til start

2]
Conspiracy in my lyrics
And feel like my shit is different albeit
It be the image of my niggas
And your perception is my vision, dig that
My president mulatto, a resident of of serato
A penny for thoughts, my retorts worth a dollar
Get off my George Carver
As far as little Bush, I'm thinking little Rallo
Do you follow or did I lose
Ms. Dash, yeah, she bad, but the broad clueless
get her, not little
Witherspoon feeder the seats fill up, get me
Paranormans on my feet nigga,
I, in chief, nigga, Bentley
of free speech, nigga, get me
But politics just ain't me, nigga, me?