Kuddie Fresh - Inauguration Day lyrics

[Intro] (excerpt from former President Obama's Farewell Address) [Verse 1] They can't stand to see a brotha winnin' So they went and pulled the Trump card Between the two parties, not a single f** is given Just a racist entertainer and a dumb broad But we ain't move here, we was chose, Ma**a We built the White House from the ground up As far as I'm concerned, this country's not yours, Ma**a All that hard work, look where done we wound up One tree can make a million match sticks One strike could burn the whole forest down But how the f** we supposed to have sh** Lost in a sea of Jesse Jacksons and Colin Powells? Assa**inated all the Black leaders From Solomon to Huey, 2Pac to Aaliyah Erased ‘em and replace ‘em with Sharptons and Condoleezas 500 years as slaves, think it's bout time they free us, huh? They try to tell us “Vote or Die” But no matter who in office, they gon' gun us down Whoever said a change was coming told a lie No amendments, they just offer us the run around So it's "shoot first and ask questions later" Give ‘em time to cover up and bribe the investigators Man up, it's on you We ain't gettin' nowhere with “Hands Up, Don't Shoot,” n***a [Hook] Playing the victim is old news Don't let the system control you That's old news, take charge Don't let let system control you X2 [Verse 2] If it's “No More Justice,” we'll be all night Long as we got us then, we'll be all right Monkey see, monkey do in this doggy dog life But doggy don't eat if doggy don't bite But when doggy show teeth then, doggy get iced By a bloodhound in heat, or the crooked pol-ice These crackaz get slaps on the wrists, pats on the back A brotha mindin' his business gets click, clack and a blast Seems the Blacks is servin' life for servin' white But that Yayo didn't ship itself You know who put it in these streets, why they ain't servin time? One of many secrets Reagan didn't tell It's crazy, all the crack babies was Black babies Thought they k**ed the Panthers, but we back baby Don't let em tell us different, you and I are Gods Put the politicians against an all-black fire squad Tired of ranting and demanding, n***a Chanting and protesting, I've had enough of that Seems the only way they'll understand a n***a If he put the picket sign down and pick up a strap No such thing as Black on Black murder What you're listening to's equivalent to the new Nat Turner And since they'll never hear the sh** I write down I think it's bout time we wipe out the White House [Hook] [Outro] (excerpt from Malcom X's “Message to the Gra** Roots”)