I was born black, I live black,
  and I'ma die probably because I'm black
  because some cracker that knows I'm black
  better than you nigga, is probably gonna put
  a bullet in the back of my head!!
  
  Yeah our lives fucked up, no doubt
  All this shit we go through every day
  Sometimes a nigga don't know what the fuck to do
  But see I got my niggas
  And we gon organize a people army
  And we gon get control over our own lives
  And I mean that shit right there from the bottom of my shit
  I Ching
  
  [Verse 1]
  Yeah, yeah
  Imagine havin no runnin water to drink
  Chemicals contaminate the pipes leadin to your sink
  Just think, if the grocery stores close they doors
  And they saturate the streets with tanks and start martial law
  Would you be ready for civil war
  Could you take the life of somebody you know,
  or have feelings for if necessary?
  I got cousins in the military
  But far as I'm concerned they died, when they registered
  
  [Verse 2]
  Yo, this world is oh so cold, I think about my ancestors
  Being sold, and it make me wanna break the mold
  Fuck the gold and the party, train yourself, clean your shottie
  Tell me what you gon do to get free, we need more than MC's
  We need Hueys, and revolutionaries
  The niggas on the streets today, it's kinda scary
  The smell around my way ain't roses or strawberries
  In fact it's kinda poisonous, bringin out the boy in us
  But I'ma stand up on my own, like a man do
  Dominate the land and make wealth, like Fu-Manchu
  Yes the peoples army stick togehther like glue
  We represent the I-Ching, and to this we stand true
  Military formation, anyone participation is welcome
  Each one teach one, son help son
  Just one gun is all it take to get it started
  Livin in the wilderness of the west we cold hearted
  
  HOOK 2X:
  If you don't think it could happen think again my son
  Be prepared for the worst that's yet to come
  We want freedom, prophecies and ancient wisdom
  Cataclsym, niggas be like fuck the system
  
  I don't wanna be no movie star
  I don't wanna drive no fancy car
  I just wanna be free, to live my life, to live my own life
  
  [Verse 3]
  Yeah, I'm for peace
  But I'll kill ya if ya fuck with my moms or my niece
  See we all want peace, but the problem is
  Crackers want a bigger piece
  Got it where the niggas can't get a piece
  That's why police get stabbed and shot
  Cuz a nigga can't eat if the ave is hot
  Locked up you get three hot meals and one cot
  Then you sit and rot, never even got a fair shot
  That's where a whole lotta niggas end up
  My man moms even got sent up, tryin to keep the rent up
  When I'm bent up I think alot about the reason I'm here
  I think about the things I fear in the comin years
  Ahead of me, I'm ready for whatever they bring though
  I'd go against a tank wit a shank for my dreams
  And that's my fuckin word
  One day the whole world will smoke herb
  And niggas won't get took to jail for hangin on the curb
  
  HOOK 2X
  
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  HOOK