Scattered (Scattered people)

Yo, I promote this, sat back and wrote this
Rhyme about the hopeless, add it to ya quote list
Don't miss the African rise, before you eyes, it won't be televised
And if it is, they prolly tellin' lies, to hold us back

It don't take a nation of millions, it take crack
And black folks sellin' the black
That's the game all over the world, we the same
All over the world, we the same [bad word] 
Yo, yo, aiyo, I cultivate the soil of the mind like a farmer
I make it evident, Heaven's a slave man's karma
The charmer the serpent, the bomber of the merchant
Who will once exile savages in caves lurkin'

black house divided, won't stand religion's mental prison
Life is mathematics, Devils conquer with division
The black man's the numerator, black woman denominator
Once they been divided, the black child is the reminder

Yo, who said street niggaz ain't got no class?
This whole society divided by class, the rich cracker
Is [bad word]  class, the rich niggaz is the middle class
And you and I make up the workin' class
Every man fall somewhere within his own certain class
And from the way things is lookin' dun, we certain to clash
Scattered people, we all the same, we all the same

Yo, yo, Puerto Ricans is poor people, they Africans too
So is Jamaica, and I ain't sayin' nothin' that's new
Aiyo, the Mexican land, got pyramids like Egypt
Same tree, same root, son, you best believe it

The ghetto is a prison with invisible bars
Politicians know the problems, but they never get solved
They got us workin' like slaves at these capitalist jobs
Puttin' food on they tables, while our neighborhoods starve

Word, I know ya'll feel a certain climate
What we deal wit is culture refinement
We raise the dead before the vultures find it
I raise an ultraviolet, we on a kosher diet
I'm marchin' with the People's Army, son, we multiply it

Who said street niggaz ain't got no class?
This whole society divided by class, the rich cracker
Is [bad word]  class, the rich niggaz is the middle class
And you and I make up the workin' class
Every man fall somewhere within his own certain class
And from the way things is lookin' dun, we certain to clash
Scattered people, we all the same, we all the same (Uh, uh, uh)

Who said street niggaz ain't got no class?
This whole society divided by class, the rich cracker
Is [bad word]  class, the rich niggaz is the middle class
And you and I make up the workin' class
Every man fall somewhere within his own certain class
And from the way things is lookin' dun, we certain to clash
Scattered people, we all the same (What, what?)

We all the same
People Army, Shabazz, Baby J, worldwide, what?
Socialism, we all the same