The Coup (USA) - Not Yet Free lyrics

[Verse 1 - Boots] In this land I can't stand or sit And not get sh** thrown up in my face A brother never gets his props I'm doing bellyflops at the department of waste And everyday I pulls a front so nobody pulls my card I got a mirror in my pocket and I practice looking hard I'm lookin behind me beside me ahead of me There'll be no feet making tracks here instead of me But I can't disregard just what the news says to me I'm twenty-one, so I've reached my life expectancy At any minute I could be in some sh** that k**s my skinny a** From motherf**ers doin the sellout strut or probably Oakland task My relationship with OPD has been like one big dis Long arm of the law grips my dick so tight it's hard to even piss Oh, I forgot, ain't even got a pot to do it in Up at the church they're tellin me it's because I live in sin So I grin, but nevertheless my mind won't dwell I must be trippin cause I thought I was livin in hell Capitalism is like a spider, the web is getting tighter I'm struggling like a fighter, just to bust loose It's like a noose asyphyxiation sets in Just when I think I'm free it seems to me the spider steps in This web is made of money made of greed made of me Of what I have become in a parasite economy [Verse 2 - E-Roc] In the winter there's a splinter with the smell of the rain And the scent of the street, but all I smell is the pain Of a brother who's a hustler and he's stuck to the grind Of a sister who's a hooker, got to sell her behind Desperation makes a brotha get a little more bold The circumstance gets deeper when it's damp and it's cold So I spend my time thinking bout the ultimate gank Can I get my crew together, pull a move on a bank? I be the picture perfect hustler for the piece of the pie But my daddy always taught me just to reach for the sky Now my dream and aspirations go from single to whole As I realize there's a million motherf**ers in the cold No need to be told, cause when you got a million po' people Gettin ganked, by a few that are rich and evil But it's illegal, to wonder how they livin fat (One two three) everybody get a gat [Verse 3 - Boots] Ahhhhhh yeah n***as, thugs, dope dealers and pimps Basketball players, rap stars, and simps That's what little black boys are made of s*uts, hoes, and press the naps around your neck Broads pop that coochie, b**hes stay in check That's what little black girls are made of But if we're made of that who made us And what can we do to change us The oppressor tries to tame us Here's a foot for his an*s! Well since the days when I was sh**tin in diapers It was evident the President didn't like us Assa**ination attempts, I'd root for the snipers My teacher told me that I didn't know what right was Well, she was wrong cause I knew what a right was And a left and an uppercut, too I had a hunch a s**er punch is what my people got That's why I was constantly red, black, and blue