Hasan Salaam - Warrior lyrics

The Reavers (ft. Hasan Salaam) - “Warrior” [Produced by Bond (AKA 007)] [Intro: billy woods] So this is... It's like whole country is a motherf**ing reality show when you think about it. It's, like, anybody can get rich. Them crackers dead, man. It's, like, anybody can get money, so why not get it for you? Yeah, nah, but what you was just talking about, man? [Verse 1: Hasam Salaam] I was raised reading Malcolm, gave a f** about Gotti. But now Everybody think you ain't nobody ‘til you k**ed somebody Everybody want to be a dealer or a gangster Quick to bang out with their brothers, claiming that they're from the block But they run from the cops without firing a shot. More than a Million brothers and sisters behind bars And they've been treating our people like it's Abu Gorab So we reach for the stars, but it's hard not to be a pessimist When obituaries constantly contain names of your relatives. The World we're living in is crazy as it's ever been Universal war between the Elohim and seraphim Never been an American—skin too much melanin Fear of a black planet got ‘em fighting against the evidence My penmanship set a precedent too familiar ‘Cause my familia's the one that raised the sky without pillars [Hook: Hasan Salaam] Though who feel this, roll with us. But, if not, then you against us Fences set, lines are drawn, separating mice and men Never siding with Leviathan, selling out or buying in Try again, no matter how many times the cops bust me Or however many years then gon' give me after they cuff me Allah guide me through every second of it—trust me [Interlude 1: Hasan Salaam] Trust me. Feel the drums. Listen [Verse 2: Hasan Salaam] Dear d**h, I still haven't completed the test So I live life in every breath and calculate my every step Pay attention to the details ‘cause the tell-lie-vision tend To slide lies by you like retro viruses through T cells Everything's for sale in this era of self-pleasure Beneath the surface of mascara, pseudos support sweatshops When they shop at Macy's to cop t-shirts of Che Guevara I'ma tell you like it is. History sold by the survivors Like Romans becoming Catholics after murdering the messiah. Some of the Signs to decipher might confuse ya ‘cause their angles Are sort of like Triangles off the coast of Bermuda But barcodes on your neck is the future, so ATF Kicking down my doors no different than urban warfare in Fallujah You could consider this the ninety-five pieces of Martin Luther Second shooter from the gra**y knoll, virus in your computer Modern-day Lion of Judah bring truth from the highest So the only rock I'll sling is able to drop Goliath [Hook: Hasan Salaam] Though who feel this, roll with us. But, if not, then you against us Fences set, lines are drawn, separating mice and men Never siding with Leviathan, selling out or buying in Try again, no matter how many times the cops bust me Or however many years then gon' give me after they cuff me Allah guide me through every second of it—trust me [Interlude 2: Hasan Salaam] Trust me, trust me. Freedom is on you. So here's what you got to do [Verse 3: Hasan Salaam] ‘Cause if you ain't Part of the solution, then you part of the problem. And the Way I see it, only two ways to solve ‘em: you either Fight for your freedom or remain chained in bondage But no matter what you choose, the world gon' keep revolving