(Chorus)
I got a part to play
we going hard these days
fuck the harder way, we doing it the smarter way
To my god I pray
that's how i start my day. The bullets start to spray the revolution starts today
i say the shit these people. ain't got the heart to say
fuck the harder way, we doing it the smarter way
To my god I pray
that's how i start my day. The bullets start to spray the revolution starts today

(Verse 1)
You say you never scared
there's kids in other countries making jerseys, jeans, and sneakers they could never wear
parents never there
They're busy building homes they can't affod to buy
Cars they can't afford to drive, working jobs that don't support their life
You busy screaming gangsta gangsta all that talk is trife
you already lost the fight if you don't know the cost of life
These kids are forced to fight a war they can't outrun
ain't got no shoes but got a gun now where the fuck he pulled that out from
people ask me how we wearing diamonds
when there's little kids in Sierra Leone losing arms for crying while they're mining
probably an orphan who's momma died of AIDS
he built a coffin working often but he never paid
forever slaving in the world that's forever cold
becoming the man of the house at 11 years old
this reality rap i get inside the mentality that
terrorize you like a cowardly act

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(Verse 2)
I was sold to a sick European by a rich African battling
middle passages i can't go back again battling
years of denied history, lies and mysteries
wives with misty eyes watching their husbands be beaten viciously
battling the wilderness of North America
run by the river only stopping to pray chased by predators
terrorists with etiquette who vote and kill their president
their capacity for evil so evident and prevalent
ain't no hesitation involved a nation dissolve
when we sit back waitin to evolve
those who trade in freedom for their protection deserve neither
not a name, not tradition, religion you learn Jesus
turn the other cheek inherit the earth just stay meek
fuck the way you speak. you try to run we chop off your feet
fastforward to 2004 we selling raw
yo this ain't what I'm settling for
i want more

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Writer : KWELI GREENE, T. CHARLEMAGNE, H. SMITH, C.
Copyright : Lyrics © WINDSWEPT HOLDINGS LLC