Shit crazy

Dark room with the cloak draped over the mic
Colloquium light, the smoke from the opium pipe
Silk road is a code so the only advice, to bring truth to the light
Play this only at night
If it's over your life, it's not only a fight
My homie called it a plight and my homie was right
How to speak truth, the power is refused
To cower and teach youth, the hour of reckonin' is upon us
There's enemies among us, essentially
In more than recent memory, they hung us
Public assembly to watch death become us
Better believe it but if not, check the numbers
Gramps told my father they sold his papa for gold and copper
Even though he was the strongest cropper
Now am I wrong if I teach my son to properly hold a choppa
And how to bring down a helicopter?
What's the concept? The industrial prison complex
For niggas in the projects with they eyes shut
That still walk around blind to the conquest
That haven't really realized what's the time yet
No due process, the price is no object
When sentences match the crime, they do not yet
It's been a war on the heavily melanated
For you own security, better be educated, listen

And if you don't see what's happenin', you just can't see

Copyright: Peermusic Publishing, Universal Music Publishing Group
Writer(s): Tariq Trotter