Raise Your Weapons

1: Stalley]
 They sayin' I'm the last of a dyin' breed
 And this generation is in a dire need of a voice like me
 Someone to embody the glory, I guess that's me
 Someone to tell the story of the people like me
 Those who came from nothin' and fought like me
 They said that I'd be nothin', I'd be dead by 23
 The pastor said becase I'm Muslim I'll burn eternally
 And my sheik said because of my tattoos, Heaven I'll never see
 So I'm out in the open, all alone, searchin' for some peace
 Mentally I feel enslaved by this weak economy
 So I'm thinkin' 'bout buyin' a piece and robbin' everyone in front of me
 But the funny thing is, we all feel it
 I'm just speakin' of pain that we all live with
 But we God's children, civilians of the ghetto
 But cry so loud, I'd be damned if they throw this echo
 They tellin' me to let go, ask me why am I upset for?
 Yeah, I'm upset, yo
 Cause you won't except the people that I rep for
 The kids with broken hearts and torn souls that find it hard to let go
 Confusin' them with your religions
 And lyin' politicians, throwin' us in you prisons
 Makin' us welfare recipients with no hope, so why hope?
 You bastards listen before it's a nation of millions I provoke
 And we show up at your front door
 Weapons raised, no questions, man
 You knowin' what we come for
 Respect of the utmost
 Rippin' my heart was so easy, so easy
 Launch your assault now, take it easy
 Raise your weapon
 Raise your weapon
 One word and it's over
 Raise your weapon
 Raise your weapon
 Raise your weapon
 Raise your weapon
 Non, non, nonviolent what they tellin' me
 But a killer is what closin' me, no mercy for they punk ass
 They threw too many shots, not to bust back
 I came too far to go back
 All these words I done spat
 The coallition [?] you been warned that it's combat
 So black gloves, black mack, I'm strapped up like Cojack
 Niggas better run like Bo Jack
 I'm blitzin' with these raiders
 All these haters better Code Red
 You punks better run inside
 Cause these dogs that ride noses're red
 And they so fed up with all this corny fake shit
 They want real, and they so trill
 And they throw steal and they don't feel
 Sympathy toward your judgement
 You can call the law or call the gods
 But they still not budgin', so we thugin' until they brung in
 Standin' here 'til the sun dim and it's back up
 Lexus, got 'em raised up
 No power 'til we was raised tough
 And we all together, so get raised up or get rolled on
 Got crips, bloods, and them Stones on
 This revolution is so strong, and this war we ain't start alone