Humor - Your Choice lyrics

[Verse 1] Rose from the ashes Rose from the bottom of barrels, factions and cla**es Rose in the face of racism, fascists and clashes To pave a way for descendants destined to smash it Destined to smash it n***a Destined to rise above giants Lessons of depression learned by ancestors so I can triumph Temptation testing my patience pestering me with a lie Don't rely on money or p**y rely on what is inside you This isn't science Location and economics deride us They couldn't work for it nah them n***as were fighters Fought for a future Fought to forge a true force in the midst of pilfers and looters Lynchers conditioned to think that n***as were less than human Their hubris harnessed a true disillusion that they could do it And so they did it The sh**s behind us n***a but we still feel it We doing better n***a but we still ain't winning Preaching to the choir Preaching bout a situation dire Ain't no drama out here, real life n***as dying (It's too late) that's what they think, that's why they leave them in the mire (It's too late) that's what they think, that's why they leave them to expire Speaking to the homies Speaking to all those who selling blow And catch a case or get left with their body open (It's too late) that's what they think, that's why they moving bricks of coke (It's too late) that's what they think, that's why they leave their mother coping [Hook] You can fold or you can go (oh yeah) Higher, only question is the fire in your soul Hear the sirens on the go (oh yeah) Tired, getting tired Gettin tired of the lows [Verse 2] No one chose where they started What you chose is your focus Focus on the lows or solutions This institution is true to be blamed in part but I won't forfeit my future based on the excuse That the situations induced by the rules of past or present Past pining for penance for transgressions Past pointing the finger or promoting the notion that n***as ain't f**ing winners I ain't f**ing finished Adolescents infected with a sense of pessimism With a sense of peasantry they're defeated mentally But they're meant to be something more than a million entities lost in a suspended state Of a failure to elevate Out a cycle perpetuated by the restraints of a mental chain Instrumental change, needs to be made Needless to say my n***a we need to be paid Needless to say we need to create a foundation Facing an ultimatum to make it or stay in that situation [Hook (chopped)]