[Verse 1]
Say God rest the soul of Fred Hampton, Huey P and Panthers
I wonder who gave Stoke the cancer
That's a question government'll never answer
When you preach that black power, makin' them whites cower
The CIA go in the ghetto plantin' some white powder
Now how did that get there? Magic like Dwight Howard
Watch it and devour every minute, every hour
We fallen like the towers that was built by bricks
How ironic that the projects is gettin' k**ed by bricks
Cops cover more corners for crack sales
Back to packed jails, half the black males they don't hafta blackmail