Dead Prez - “Police State” Dead Prez lyrics

[Chairman Omali Yesh**ela:] You have the emergence in human society of this thing that's called the State. What is the State? The State is this organized bureaucracy: it is the police department. It is the Army, the Navy. It is the prison system, the courts, and what have you. This is the State; it is a repressive organization. But the state and gee well, you know, you've got to have the police because if there were no police, look at what you'd be doing to yourselves -- you'd be k**ing each other if there were no police! But the reality is the police become necessary in human society only at that juncture in human society where it is split between those who have and those who ain't got [Verse 1: Dead Prez] I throw a Molotov co*ktail at the precinct You know how we think: Organize the hood under I Ching banners Red, Black, and Green instead of gang bandannas FBI spying on us through the radio antennas And them hidden cameras in the streetlight watching society With no respect for the people's right to privacy I'll take a slug for the cause like Huey P While all you fake n***as try to copy Master P I want to be free to live, able to have what I need to live Bring the power back to the street where the people live I'm sick of working for crumbs and filling up the prisons Dying over money and relying on religion For help. We do for self like ants in a colony Organize the wealth into a socialist economy A way of life based off the common need And all my comrades are ready, we're just spreading the seed [Hook] The average Black male Live a third of his life in a jail cell Cause the world is controlled by the white male And the people don't never get justice And the women don't never get respected And the problems don't never get solved And the jobs don' never pay enough So the rent always be late Can you relate? We living in a police state [Verse 2: Dead Prez] No more bondage, no more political monsters No more secret space launchers Government departments started it in the projects Material objects, thousands up in the closets Could've been invested in a future for my comrades Battle contacts, primitive weapons out in combat Many never come back, pretty n***as be running with gats Rather get shot in they back than fire back We tired of that, corporations hiring Blacks Denying the facts exploiting us all over the map That's why I write the sh** I write in my raps It's documented, I'm in it, every day of the week I live in it Breathing it, it's more than just f**ing believing it I'm holding M1's, rolling up my sleeves an' sh** It's Cee-lo for push-ups now Many headed for one conclusion n***as ain't ready for revolution [Hook] [Interlude: Chairman Omali Yesh**ela] (That's right, that developed?) me: brought me here and worked me like an Animal. Built the political economy off my stolen labor. Made them rich Made me poor [Hook] [Outro: Chairman Omali Yesh**ela] Why is it that Black people and everybody like us live in the kind of Poverty and misery that we live in? Everywhere I look around me are nothing But poverty and misery, on the one hand. And yet, what I'm seeing is that Everywhere there's wealth and riches in the world it's in the white Community somewhere, whether it's in Europe or whether it's right cross the Street from where I was born