Can’t U See?

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Can’t u see

in a cell is where I dwell / sippin’ coffee, smokin’ bulger, plottin’ the future, goin’ straight 4 tha jugular / incarcerated, never intimidated, just fightin’ 2 be liberated from these chainz and fences / no repentance while doin’ this life sentence / killingz and drug dealingz goin’ down in this shit called tha game / brothaz lookin’ 4 fame, dying 4 gangz / when it’z tha system that must be changed / revolution is tha solution, not prostitution / i’m aimin’ at tha system and tha ones pimpin’ tha sistaz / they birth tha future.

Can’t u see

pain, sweat, and tearz, over 400 yearz / oppression, gender suppression, mass incarceration, kapitalist exploitation, it’z time 4 self-determination / this shit is deep, sometimez i weep / fueled by past and present images of brothaz & sistaz bein’ railroaded and given lengthy sentencez & being misplaced in that census

i exist in tha undaground, in a cell, a hellhole, yet have i folded / i’m not in hiding, not jiving, alwayz ready 2 face tha cold / that’z why I be so bold in my maneuvers, i see a beautiful future

as i started 2 grow in tha undaground some tried 2 kill what i feel / that’z tha real deal, otherz claimed I was out of season / how can that be correct reasoning, using tha logic of a heathen / ignoring tha bleeding / refusin’ 2 read tha signz of tha timez, that’z why I designed this rhyme

Can’t u see

subprime mortgage schemes, prison overpacked / crack, heroin is back / fatcat CEOs being paid obscene salaries in stackz, off tha backz of tha working classez, tha holice usin’ tha hood as shootin’ galleries, callin’ me faggot, politicianz lyin’, young folkz dyin’, motherz cryin’ / brothaz and sistaz neglictin’ responsibilities, hidin’ instead of protectin’ tha community by ridin’ / overpriced gas pricez, a real crisis / phony electionz, defectionz / warz being fought with toyz of destruction / tha game of elimination is being employed / that’s why i propagate what i feel / hopin’ u see what’z real

Can’t u see

they keep us locked up in these cages and that’s why i rage

Can’t u see

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