[Hook: Saigon]
I know, I know, I know, I know life got much more to offer me
And I know, I know, I know, I know the system treats us unlawfully
And I know, I know, I know, I know that a new day is yet to come
And I know that I'll be right here with the nation
[Verse 1: Saigon]
We live in a place where babies are born addicted to base
If you get arrested, you likely to get kicked in your face
A lot of b**hes is sick with the "H."
If you don't want the “I.V.,” think before you put your dick in her waist
It's a disgrace. There's only one particular race
That got f**ed ever since we got shipped to the states
Like being trapped in a pit full of snakes
They calling the coke dandruff—the ghetto been infected with flakes
I listened to rap but wouldn't let my kid listen to that
‘Cause if my kid listen to that, then it's a wrap
n***as replace wisdom with materialism
I use the rhythm to preach about imperialism
I get on there like Martin Luther King and do the damn thing
Far as snitching go, I'm like J-Lo—I can't sing
But I'll eat you like a planet wing
Let's pop a cop and then pop some champagne
Then listen, hear you sing
[Hook: Saigon]
I know, I know, I know, I know life got much more to offer me
And I know, I know, I know, I know the system treats us unlawfully
And I know, I know, I know, I know that a new day is yet to come
And I know that I'll be right here with the nation
[Verse 2: Saigon]
They got d** of all sorts coming through they airports
Only once every five years somebody get caught
How many lives must h**n cut short?
How many black folk gotta grow up to smoke, shoot, sniff, or snort? (Damn…)
We no longer serving them dimes to maneuver through turbulent times
Me and my n***as murdering rhymes
My life breathe like a verse in a song
So it's in the Quran. Word, bond. Y'all gon' worship the Don
Convict since a young age. Face plastered on the front page
Picture me working for minimum wage
I went in a rage, packed the Mack 10 and the gauge
In the streets, I seen more action than Nicholas Cage
Buck one for my n***as locked for using a gun
Buck two and them n***as that bucked Roo, f** you!
Buck three for lucky
Buck four for all my dawgs up north
Let's get this jump off, jumped off
(What you know, though?)
[Hook: Saigon]
I know, I know, I know, I know life got much more to offer me
And I know, I know, I know, I know the system treats us unlawfully
And I know, I know, I know, I know that a new day is yet to come
And I know that I'll be right here with the nation
[Outro]
Salute, all-mighty Abandoned Nation. Everybody in jail, get your education. Yeah… Team work music. Saigon. We back. A.B. Yo, let that fade out real quick, man. Yo, I need you to take me back to the eighties, man. Give me something that I can dance to, man. On some eighties sh**, Saigitty