[Verse 1]
I must be black Jesus, how I'm followed by 12
I reply "bye" when they ask "What I sell?"
I got CD's in my trunk, and the pump is as well
But don't trip cause I don't even load it up with the shell
sh**, we citizens, with an industry who think politically
Businessmen against the tyranny
We want the revenge again
And yeah we shoot for Venice and
You know bucks of dough, it's all dear to me
[Hook]
And everything isn't what it appears to be
So I believe in me more than any conspiracy
That put that fear in me and said "Here you're free"
I see clearly, the struggle don't disappear
But neither do we, we still here, huh
So, right on
[Verse 2]
We all corralled in Azazel's Gla**, so
La**es after my seed, just like my [?]
Don't know if I'm supposed to raise a man on this land though
A daughters even harder
Where's a [?] that I can go
Public Enemies, Chuck D, Outlando's
Tax dollars turnt got my pile into Rambo
He huntin' for Sambos
With high powered ammo
The only answer for you is to pull up your pants though
You blame the victim till they judge you that way
So if you have to say somethin'
Have somethin' to say
I'm trying to get my point across in the most humblest way
But kick rocks if you shook
If you comfortable, stay
And I'll be glad that you pressed on that bu*ton to play
Right on