Monday/Friday - Right On lyrics

[Verse 1] I must be black Jesus, how I'm followed by 12 I reply "bye" when they ask "What I sell?" I got CD's in my trunk, and the pump is as well But don't trip cause I don't even load it up with the shell sh**, we citizens, with an industry who think politically Businessmen against the tyranny We want the revenge again And yeah we shoot for Venice and You know bucks of dough, it's all dear to me [Hook] And everything isn't what it appears to be So I believe in me more than any conspiracy That put that fear in me and said "Here you're free" I see clearly, the struggle don't disappear But neither do we, we still here, huh So, right on [Verse 2] We all corralled in Azazel's Gla**, so La**es after my seed, just like my [?] Don't know if I'm supposed to raise a man on this land though A daughters even harder Where's a [?] that I can go Public Enemies, Chuck D, Outlando's Tax dollars turnt got my pile into Rambo He huntin' for Sambos With high powered ammo The only answer for you is to pull up your pants though You blame the victim till they judge you that way So if you have to say somethin' Have somethin' to say I'm trying to get my point across in the most humblest way But kick rocks if you shook If you comfortable, stay And I'll be glad that you pressed on that bu*ton to play Right on