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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
Just prepare
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, uh
You know I, uh
You know I, uh
You know I, uh
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