Lyrics: Detroit YB
Pain is inevitable
Your Power is within
Or it’s ineligible
Read between the lines..
Manipulation is a gift..
You better Figure out which side u ride
It’s a divide and conquer tactic, that go way beyond ya eyes
We at war wit da system built to kill and destroy
But u was really built to fulfill and enjoy
Distraction bring deception
That’s the enemy
U gotta see the connection
It’s cold evil world we live
Betta tuck a blanket
Go betta yet, cop a stainless
Either way gain sum knowledge, or just remain brainless
Hold ya loved ones close
Life is but a dream
Everything ain’t really what it seem
Look in da sky, u can see da stars gleam
Manifest that shit dats the only way to believe
We gone win in due time
It’s a given
All praise to da most high
He is risen
Power to the people...
BLACK LIVES MATTER
When shit get inconsistent
I be lifting da curtain to find out what be missing
Niggas grimey they lurking 2 try 2 stop da mission
RIP 2 my niggas tae and wuan stop da killing
Put yo focus on other shit like deez racist crackers
Killing niggas for jogging when we gone stop da madness
Boiling up when I think about it’s hard to capture
Pray to god I don’t pull da trigger and cause a fracture, in my future
Holding up my composure I’m closer to getting ruthless
Putting sum things in motion don’t **** it up nigga boost it
Most of these niggas clueless I leave em make em excluded
Get em out they characters now they moving more fluent
Polishing my maneuver I fill da lane like I’m hooping
Learning from niggas problems I peep da game like a student
Constant feelings of a black civilian, praying slowly for sum faster healing yea
Poppin up to get it poppin
We at war wit da ****ing system time to stop it
If it’s piling up any pressure we just crop it
If it’s piling up any extra we just knock it
Jewels of GOD
I been over thinking
About this coalition,
If it uplifting my soldiers it get no attention
I been stacking patience
Like a compilation
When dem crackers run up on me ain’t no conversation
Ain’t no running, we been running forever face it
Up da gun and, blow da shit to dem crackers faded
If it was on da other foot they wouldn’t give a **** about u they'll just leave ya hanging
Nigga