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Shit crazy Dark room with the cloak draped over the mic Colloquium light, the smoke from the opium pipe Silk road is a code so the only advice To bring truth to the light, play this only at night If it’s over your life, it’s not only a fight My homie called it a plight and my homie was right How to speak truth to power is refuse to cower and teach youth The hour of reckonin’ is upon us, there’s enemies among us Essentially in more than recent memory, they hung us Public assembly to watch death become us Better believe it but if not, check the numbers Gramps told my father they sold his papa for gold and copper Even though he was the strongest cropper Now am I wrong if I teach my son to properly hold a choppa And how to bring down a helicopter? What’s the concept? The industrial prison complex For niggas in the projects with they eyes shut That still walk around blind to the conquest That haven’t really realized what’s the time yet No due process, the price is no object When sentences match the crime, they do not yet It’s been a war on the heavily melanated For your own security, you better be educated, listen And if you can’t see what’s happenin’, you just can’t see Aus Songtexte Mania