Chase N Cashe - IRevolutionary lyrics

(Intro) "And so my fellow Americans Ask not what your country can do for you Ask what you can do for your country" (Verse 1) Black man on a black path for green, Red and blue on a stripped flag In a white man's world, trying to get cash Where a wrong skin color can get you k**ed fast Or a wrong type of hustle get you jail time Can't hear from your fam' 'till it's mail time n******gs froze cause they're chilling on d**h row What they did broke, what a whole more skid row Twenty twelve, but the sh** been this way Poor getting poor, the rich win this way. Seeing it on me, know what's up Can't vote for Obama if you don't show up How you say you are a leader, but you won't teach You ain't a real n***a cause you got one piece You're greedy for success, but you don't work I had to get it through the struggle, but it all hurt See, I ain't did good and yes, I done dirt Had my head held high, put God first Team on my bay, b**h by my side Pistol in a bag anytime I got a riot My ideal of fame got you ill in the brain Got to be the one, get you spilled on the pave' Meant to be a model, now you're laying in a grave With a slogan on your tomb and the year you was made It ain't no coming back from that Whatever they give us, you know they're coming back for that Cause it costs to live, even dying ain't cheap So we're forced to live amongst the wild like beasts In a foster room, with my hands on a weapon The SOE, cause I'm the man of protection So f** the police, they ain't gonna save you Only one that can is the man that made you. Before it's too late say a prayer to the savior Lord knows all the things I did for the paper Lord knows I just wanna bill for my people Weed in my brain, got a field full of evils Jealousy and envy, hateful from my friends Gotta get through the test, my best to make it in So as the door open I just wanna make it in To open windows for me and my camp folks Cause opportunity don't knock every day A nine to five job, that's not steady pay n***as on the block getting nots every day And the only thing they're selling is some rocks made of yay A lot up on my mind, not a lot up on my plate Starving to get a mil', and striving to get away To get a house on a hill, so I can go chill What else can I do for my country, but stay real? (Outro)