S. Frank - State of the Union lyrics

[Verse 1: Scholito] Lil n***a i'm a stock holder, the game winner off a high floater, its all eyes on me like a Pac poster, I seen n***as go to war just a block over, shots rang through ya screen door, hit ya mom sofa, she was smoking weed listening to Tom Joyner, son getting cuffed, like I need to talk to my lawyer, just a ordinary day in the ghetto, momma case in litigation, she just praying they settle, them polices kilt my n***a that just made me a rebel, you grew up in the burbs, it was safe in ya travels, i grew up on the curb, try shaking the devil, whether rappin' or trappin' either way we successful, i always been a thinker, as in Le penseur statue, going over ya head, i can see my thoughts pa** you, i told you lil n***as, i was focused lil n***as, got them looking at the screen, don't i know this lil n***a? Well i'm big homie, i told you dudes before, what you ain't heard n***a? i don't shine shoes no more, i'm a "Good Fella"... [Hook: Minister Farrakhan] I'm challenging my fear, I'm not saying that you won't be made afraid, but you must not let things punk you, thats what i'm talking about... [Verse 2: Scholito] Yeah I think its time to fill the void, tell them loud n***as k** the noise, I birthed n***as, more sons than the King of Troy, justice or else, its whats in a mans heart, i show up to ya door with the Million Man March, thanks to Queen Yonasda for the proper introductory, on behalf of myself, and the people of my company, when you was out partying, showing off ya audemar, I was in the projects marching out in Baltimore, me and Philly Freezer, n***as still ain't believe us, Al Jazeera made you n***as catch damn near seizures, aww, these n***as faces keep popping up, i'm like i know you n***as mad at this, we had to do it for the culture first, more than rappers n***as activists, so thanks for giving me ya a** to kiss, n***as sleeping on me had me feeling like mattresses, i'm from the slums of the smoke filled lungs, where the crack get pitched, and the dope get slung, the liquor stores open, and ya folks get drunk, where the murals get painted, and the songs get sung, the project backyards clothes get hung, cops spin the corner and the grown men run, its survival of the fittest, where the punks get chumped, i'm black and i'm proud, stop acting out loud, you n***as wasting punches like Pacquiao style, i'm Floyd wit' it, i'm much more poised wit' it, leader of the tribe "New Rothchilds" on fitted, they got my back against the wall again, its time for an act of Parliament, i'm picking you n***as brains and evening out the odds, to see what lies in the hearts of men... [Hook: Minister Farrakhan] What i'm suggesting to you is, that the thing that has made you afraid, if you challenge your fear of that thing, you might find fear jumping into that thing, because you were not created by God to be afraid of anything in creation, but he himself, and he's not creation, he's creator...