Gangland
(专辑: Church Clothes 3 - 2016)
We not playing out here, it's for real. We living out here for life, we tryna to get it. Ain't nobody finna take our life. I
keep my young homies out here with these things, my big homies keep handling me. And we keep it cracking. My other name should've been Jesse James cause I
stay with my cannon. I
didn't have no choice, I
was raised right around the
corner from where we standing. Hollow points in it and all of that, I'm ready. We gang bangin'! [Lecrae:] My cousin.. was a
killer He done pulled a
lot of triggers He done made a
lot of mamas cry And if you ask him why he do it he'd just say, "I'm young and foolish" Bang on you right before he made them bullets fly He ain't have no sense of dignity, his daddy was a
mystery He'll probably end up dead or sitting in a
penitentary And tell the
judge he can go to hell for the
sentence And it probably make no sense if you would listen to the
history The
new Jim Crow or the
old one People out here fighting for equality and honestly I
think they owe 'em something Back and forth some Cleaver got a
message for the
people Bunchy with 'em and they tryna stop the
evil And they cliqued up with they fist up The
whole neighborhood feeling like they meant something Then it was a
mix-up, fed's got 'em fixed up End of the
movement, back to the
bricks, bruh And Raymond Washington about to start the
Crips up They getting bigger every day and tryna fix stuff They saw Geronimo Pratt dodging bullets from attacks Guess they figure, "We don't really want it this much" You know originally, the
gangs were created to protect everybody in the
community. There was lynching and bombing going on and the
gangs were there to protect. What people don't understand is that a
lot of the
leaders died. Medgar Evers (has been shot), Bunchy Carter (has been shot), Fred Hampton (has been shot), MLK (has been shot in Memphis Tennessee). These youngsters didn't have any direction. No leaders to look up to so they went rogue on 'em They say that Crip stands for Community Revolutionary Interparty Service Way before the
genocide and the
murders A
little after integration was the
verdict When bombs might go off at the
Sunday service (baow!) They protecting they community Then it turn into diplomatic immunity Then a
fight against oppression was the
pressing Now they keep on losing battles and they started losing unity Now they beat each other blue-black Force fed self hate 'till the
truth crack Got they own folks hiding on the
rooftops They ain't finna take no more, they finna shoot back (baow!) Now they bond like a
family they all bloods From the
concrete jungle to the
small hoods Throwing signs up, now the
crime's up We was meant to kill oppression now we loading 9's up But never mind us, grind us Factory done closed, now a
lot of people jobless Now they got the
drugs coming in from Nicaragua Government done turned a
blind eye, or they liars It was a
perfect storm. I
mean, we're talking post-segregation. And what are you gonna do? The
factories have closed and no one's hiring anybody from the
urban community because of what you look like. And now there's a
war going on in Nicaragua and drugs are being imported into your community. Are you gonna to sell drugs or are you gonna be homeless? Cause the
government's not paying attention [Propaganda:] Huh, man you tell me What's a
reasonable man to say? There's a
high school in Alabama named after Robert E. Lee And it's 89% black, you don't see the
irony? What it do to a
psyche, it's simple, you don't like me What I'm 'posed to do now? Delusional calling that system criminal justice Where the
rich and the
guilty are safer than the
poor and the
innocent Why would we listen? When American churches scuff they Toms on our brother's dead bodies As they march to stop gay marriage We had issues with Planned Parenthood too We just cared about black lives outside the
womb just as much as in Young man gon' find purpose somehow And a
nation was at least around And when them vice lords told him he was of royal decent And that war on drugs felt much more like war on the
poor He figured forget it So why don't you come stay a
while? Tell us that the
son of man walked on Egyptian And Eastern soil and wasn't just a
Western construct Or master used to control us But what the
Master used to free us And it was a
crooked system just like this that left the
King of Kings bloodless Yeah, we are truly a
descendant of a
King Only his reign is infinite And being right is a
distant second to the
joy of compassion Why don't you come stay a
while?