[Produced by RaDaLyricist]
[Hook: RaDaLyricist & Plane Jaymes]
I feel like Fidel
I feel like Che Guevara
I feel like Malcolm
I feel like Martin
I feel like Gandhi
I feel like Huey Newton
Live free or die
In this new age revolution
[Verse 1: RaDaLyricist]
I'm from the murder capital where they murder for capital
Nobody cares, keep tweeting until it happen to you
But look at our evolution, visionary greatness
We scatted our way to success, homie we made it
I feel like the new age prophet of 16s
Revolutionize the new age, I'll profit at fourteen
See that's not what the system wanna induct
They rather see me strapped and aiming at one of us
Let me inform you of the casualties involved
Black blood on the casual tees involved
Conceptual realities, Godlike mentalities
Meditating, creating, historic moralities
That daylight turn to night and that wrong turn to right
And the situation hectic and you know it ain't alright
Chirping turns to blasting, church bells turn to sirens
We need to get together and be the new age messiahs
[Hook]
[Verse 2: Plane Jaymes]
With blood stained hands, what do you stand for?
The power of a God? Or a man's soul?
Freedom bells ring, that's a false alarm
We modern day slaves, singing the same songs
We don't wanna hear no preacher music
We wanna see that shawty drop that billion dollar goon sh**
We know all the hits, f** we give about a news clip
When we at the club while they playing all the new sh**
Murder was the case, cop k**ed him and he knew it
Smile on his face while the judge overrules it
My homie don't like police and he on this "don't shoot" sh**
Strapped up though, so if they do, they better not miss
I feel like I'm Martin, yeah, I feel like a king
Young, black and educated out here fighting for my dream, yeah
I feel like I'm Malcolm, getting it by any means
I feel like Rosa, riding shots so clean
[Hook]
[Outro]