Abandoned language only when i thought my masses couldn't manage.
 Wisdom gained with age is lost to page as adage.
 So tragic, that average trajectory.
 Incendiary thought and vast vocabulary makes none the less of savage.
 fist or full clip might be quick to split that cabbage.
 This breath? It takes tactics.

 Haven't quite mastered movements after three full decks.
 What we seem to go through rarely ever makes sense.
 From the scorching country fields to the heart of projects,
 What we know of history's always marred in violence.
 So I, Etch my own stone into tablets.
 Never felt a need to live elaborate.
 [bad word] them pretty niggas with their rings and silk fabrics.
 Need an ear to concrete to speak correct grammatics.
 Heard same beauty in my noise where the rest heard static.
 I've had it, Trying to explain this same formula.
 Perfect paranoia.
 Don't let me [bad word] a soldier.
 Thought we'd all understand now since we're older.
 They pass manilla folders and 100,000 die.
 They built the public schools with factory workers in their eyes.
 Since we don't manufacture now they don't need men.
 It's easier to start wars than it is to feed kids.
 [bad word] we callous.
 We kept off balance.

 Kept off balance as i harness raw talents
 Said a million times prefer bullets to ballots
 Kept off balance
 Ideas are valid.

 Ideas are valid.
 They say i'd best whisper
 Ideas are valid
 They say i'd best whisper
 i say i'll keep a pen to pad and fingers on triggers.
 Should i aim at own temple or several?
 Can't figure.
 It's hard to focus, perhaps our last opus.
 If younger heads quote this, then it ain't all hopeless.
 I wrote this with intent to resurrect a John Carlos,
 Huey Newton, a Gueverra in the midst.
 Can't accept the [bad word] s dead when there's blood on our lips.
 Positions shift but survival's all basic.
 Ain't a [bad word]  thing sacred nowadays kid.
 Perhaps the racists ain't blatant but what's really changed?
 Our peoples been trained to live in tight cage.
 The only thing we feel is mad rage.

 The closest thing to bring a smile to parched lips slipped silent through arthritic grip.
 stoic life lasts instant.
 starved infant would best paint state of our conditions.

 Populous with no ambition
 Content to tear at flesh formed somber progression.
 So where's the lessons to digest within aggression?
 These filthy blocks are all immersed in raw tension.
 Meanwhile they act like poverty was our invention.
 The meek inherent what and when is my question.
 I read your weak history text that never mention
 solitary second of my people's [bad word] intentions.

 Astute observations kept us mentally replenished.

 Resumed rituals retold tales as heretic, within my speech lies the last of my heritage.

 Hit headshots with higher average.

 All caught in labyrinth, shine when i speak you can't handle it.

 [bad word] 

 Turn that page [bad word] cause our story's all scripted.
 600 years, ain't a [bad word] thing different.
 Don't speak to us about strength and upliftment.
 The closest thing to paradise is mad distant.

 Mind's prism imprisons what light enters [bad word] negative
 reactions attract interest from factions that lack oral traditions
 In fact speech muted like Miles' horn.
 Though humble my soul's torn
 Tempted to tell more
 Labeled a failure
 You fail to see my core
 Won't let you just ignore
 This fight's what we live for
 Fragile image ignites wrath of ancestors.
 Revamped rhyme pattern gathers pulse from street wars
 i seek more
 perhaps life's still atypical.
 Experience has got me cynical.
 Seen our best clipped at pinnacle.
 Provide cyanide in form of capsule.
 At times it seems my breath is just a hassl