INTRO:
"Why is it that there's a gun shop on almost every corner in this community?" - Furious Styles
"Why?" - Old Man
"I'll tell you why, for the same reason that there's a liquor store on almost every corner in the black community. Why? They want us to k** ourselves." - Furious Styles
VERSE 1:
They telling you I.S.I.S is the new terror group while police in the hood shooting you
Never mind what they doing to you, to resist is inexcusable;
Turn a blind eye to the visuals, only their stores deserves a vigil
They advertise high price crap and blacks is who they sell it to;
Caught on to their methods, my fist too high for their acceptance
African togetherness been a weapon since Kunta started steppin';
Since they love to play the hero and the victim at interjections
These shows about survival when nobody told em' to climb Everest;
Forgive me father, my hearts evil, these devils got me not trusting people
You prophesied restoration in the Book of Ezekiel;
And promised us a better life long as we follow, where them words leads you?
Everlasting paradise, Darwinism is for parasites;
Go to school's the new hustle, them bank loan's the new muscle
You're federally reserved and their eagle's just a bird;
Now it's #NoMore, #HeForShe, #BetterForIt, #InvestInWomen
They got a new agenda and Hillary Clinton's the new emblem;
Further down the totem pole that black American male goes
That Long Walk Of The Navajo, that Vel d' Hiv Roundup;
And no I'm not misogynist, fore this end up in an argument;
You know how far back we go since that garden wearing no clothes:
INTERLUDE:
"It's called gentrification, it's what happens when a property value of a certain area is brought down. Huh? You listening?" - Furious Styles
"Yea" - Trey Styles
"They bring the property value down. They can buy the land at a lower price then they move all the people out, raise the property value and sell it at a profit." - Furious Styles
VERSE 2:
That mortgage that you got is just a better word for rent
You can be buying for 20 (twenty) years then lose it all in a couple of payments;
It's designed for you to own nothing, tax is (taxes) on everything
Even the food you eat is attached to a string;
If they could they would charge for air like they did in Total Recall
How God gon' Bless Amerikkka when they the bloodlines of Esau;
This country's backwardness is just an endless rerun of Hee Haw
Now we evolved from a fish, listen to this bulls*!@ they teach ya'll;
Corrupt as local preachers (or), that school to prison pipeline
Goldmine, jackpot! First job be at the crack spot;
Selling and k**ing, invincible feeling, just to get a rep
Able and willing, but chillin', ain't trying to get worked to d**h;
Depending on the same hand that brought you to this slave land
Then a**isted your conditions of these ghettoness traditions;
Mentality all twisted, hate the father, love the son
Praise the daughter, forget her mom, Slager was the smoking gun;
Walter Scott rest in peace, injustice got us on the run
Ain't trying to be another hashtag and got people marching on my behalf:
INTERLUDE:
"Well how you think the crack rock gets into the country? We don't own any planes, we don't own no ships. We are not the people who are flying and floating that s*!@ in here." - Furious Styles
CHORUS:
My furious style is Furious Styles
They hate "The Angry Black Man", they feel comfortable when you smile;
(Say Cheeseeee)
My furious style is Furious Styles
I remember when you rather be broke then considered a sellout....
(Peace)
OUTRO:
"Something wrong?" - LAPD Officer
"Something wrong, yea. It's just too bad you don't know what it is. Brother." - Furious Styles
(Peace)