[Verse 1: MK Asante]
Uptown with the sunrise
George Jackson, Blood in my Eye
Make the son cry, School of Hard Knock alumni
Some other sh** like boardin the mothership
Shelf ya speech – we on't believe in governments
k** the ads – d**h to fake governance
Send Congress to the same place my brother went
Chain gang, hell bound, State peni-tent
k**adel Pistol-vane, yeah, we militant
Nobody break up fights, too busy filmin' it
Fiends nod to the beat of despair, feelin it
City ice cold but still ain't got no chill in it
Ol heads shakin they heads in bewilderment at young
Bucks gon Buck wild in the wilderness
Survival mode—hackers—livin by code
Taxes—tap into phones, kids dyin by drones
I spark a Rello, inhale the scene, and pen a poem
About a smart project teen, all on her own
Labeled “less”—just cuz she ain't got no "home"
And growing-up so alone got her down to play grown
Told her, “Keep ya head up, Be-lov-ed, claim ya throne”