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I remember being 9 and the clouds in the sky talked to me

Aw, they talked to me loudly

They said

I remember being 9 and the clouds in the sky talked to me

Aw, they talked to me loudly

They said

Yeah, yeah, look

Now this that thoughtfulness starter kit

Lost in the sauce caught me bartering for smaller consequences

I been hopping fences, common ill with my defensiveness

Pensive pencil erase mistakes before I'm caught with them

Look, is it that good we got digital footprints

Non visible bombs hidden in figurative nooks?

Figure we give it a look but never give 'em a break

We either Mother Teresa or a Harvey Weinstein

Steady mobbin online, y'all got the wrong mind frame

We need rehabilitation but y'all want the Colosseum

Liberals want prison reform but don't even wanna see 'em

Get it poppin somewhere else, not my ides

I'm just primal lust for bloodshed

Keep us going off the hemoglobin

If we disagree, no more to each his own

Because the shit been hit the fan since way back when

My people still running shit, insist on inaction

I remember being 9 and the clouds in the sky talked to me

Aw, they talked to me loudly

They said

Put your money where your mouth is

Back when me and Sheem was just some house kids

Exposed to the world, young and brown skinned

Redline the whole hood, white chalk your body if you should

Look at him the wrong way, my cousin booked for 10

I hope he keep his head straight, but I ain't talked to him in 3

Heard he taller than me but he was only 15

Charged him as a grown man, that shit don't change

I don't speak to be an activist, rebellious ass person

I just talk about the shit I know and I'm still learning

Witness firsthand, you either food or you praying for another day in

Underfunded schools, financially illiterate

My money ain't a tool, but the tool keep 'em Zen

First time I saw a 9 I was 17

First time I saw some—, I was 10

Me and Sheem stumbled on somebody

Stash in an empty lunchbox after school

We just wanted to play, but what can I say?

Growing up in inner cities as a kiddy

Keep your ass occupied and your head busy

'Cause the blocks they be spinning in

Them squares keep your toes on them tens

And attend to your squares and your parents

We might not be back, I might be in jail, I might be anywhere

But when I leave, remember I said

The last words on my lips, "I am a revolutionary"

You know I hardly been an activist

You know the actor part is having all this action

In your acrimony and really being 'bout some shit

And people scared of all the consequences

Where the opposition standing with you?

Shake a hand, do a dance, how you feeling, nigga?

Like do this really feel like restitution

When you see the whole picture?

Kids dead, thoughts and prayers, that's the whole system

But it's them drag shows they worry 'bout

Not they bank account

That's why them kids still dying and the cost still rising

It ain't about which side you on, them words is just divisive

And I don't mean no bigots get to sit with us

Think we need to hustle up away from being righteous

Punch a motherfucker in his face if he don't like it

I say violence ain't the answer but some need it so just fight back

Bring that action to your activist and really act on average shit

Like stop paying your taxes as a unit, they won't like that shit

Join and start a group that can filibuster congressmen

Every inaction has a consequence and you gon' live with it

Yeah, you gon' deal with it

We said that we would work with anybody who would form a coalition

With anybody that has revolution on their mind. We're not a racist

Organization because we understand that racism is an excuse used for

Capitalism. We know that racism is just a byproduct of capitalism

Everything, the law of everything, is put back

In the hands of the people. And we're going to

Have to put it back in the hands of the people

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