Can't u see
Inacell is where we dwell, sippin' coffee,
Smokin' bugler, plottin' the future, goin' straight
4 the jugular
incarcerated, never intimidated, just fighting
2 be liberated from these chains and fences,
no repentance while doin' this life sentence
Killings and drug dealings goin' down in this shit
called the game, brothas lookin' 4 fame, dying
4 gangs when it's the system that must be
changed, revolution is the solution, not prostitution, we aimin'
at the kapitalist, imperialist institutions, and the
chumps pimpin' the sistas, they birth the
future
can't u see
Pain, sweat and tears over 400 years, oppression,
emasculation, mass incarceration, kapitalist exploitation,
it's time 4 self-determination
This shit has gotten deep, sometimes we weep,
fueled by past and present images of brothas and
sistas being railroaded, given lengthy sentences,
being misplaced in the census
Can't u see
altho we exist in the undaground, we persist
the possibilities of a new world, unfurled like
a mother giving birth 2 a new baby girl
we exist in tha undaground, in a hellhole, yet
have we 2 fold
we're not jiving, not hiding, always ready 2 face
the cold
that's why we be so bold in our maneuvers, we
see a beautiful future
They say the game ain't 2 be told, but sold
this ain't no game, people, you be gold if the
truth be told
As we started 2 grow in the undaground
some tried 2 kill what we feel, that's the
real deal
Others claimed we were out of season, how
can that be correct reasoning using the
logic of a heathen and ignoring the bleeding
refusing 2 read the signs of the times
that's why i designed this rhyme, hoping you
see what time it is 4 real
Predatory lending,
subprime mortgage schemes, prisons filled 2 over
capacity with the masses
crack, heroin is back
fat cat CEOs paid obscene salaries in stacks
off the backs of the working classes
the holice using the hoods as shooting galleries
Politicians lying, young folks dying
mothers crying
brothas neglecting responsibility, hiding instead
of protecting the community by riding
Can't u see
Political prisoners, pistol packing, poetic poetry
power, survival of the illest, the realest
Elections, defections
wars being fought with toys of destruction
the game of elimination is being employed
the environment is being destroyed
Can't u see
that's why i propagate what we see, hear
and feel, hoping you see what is real.
