Propaganda (US) - Redefined Cutter lyrics

73rd and San Pedro Uncle Sunny and Odell Take your pick on what k**ed ya Bullets, Cancer, or Jail Huh, what a life Listen Propaganda I came out a town in gangs And a gang of grace Cuz fo' sho' sin abounds and round these parts Crowns is made of tin foil And them boys play Halo with real guns Lay low Right there I blang slang That twice born rhetoric Our Papi pound the ground And out came all humanity Write heavy handed Sharpie ink laced with mercury Magnetic raps to draw out all impurities Round the time the good Lord took mama winnin The light bulb turned on This world ain't my home I huddled up to Triage With curb servers and griots That's such an L.A. reference All good if you don't get it But for those who would listen I break you out your radio prison Redefine manhood, blackness, and time Shape and define culture Let me fashion you some shades Introduce you to a trend that transcends the will of men Lord Lee Green I ain't a product I ain't apologizing You ain't a number Pay them no minding Ring the alarm We came to redefine cutter Carve truth in his heart And love on her arms Propoganda Hey, I'm literate in graffiti I am not at all kidding From the heart of the city That Stevie lived just enough for Jackson, Mississippi: My people toiled the soil And share croppers' pop coppers got they kin lynched in That was the lynch pin of the ma** migration into Texas Rest of us would push west still Manifest destiny A black American family Wanted better for they kids And landed in Southern Cali Who knew it was a war zone, my uncles got recruited in Shawn and Kiona seen d**h out in Compton But they ain't fall victim Cousin Brandon either We should have framed the tax return and moved us to Covina There I met the mic and spray can instead of blue rags And fell in love with flairs and entiendo Spanglish Stand on my own and rep the Son of Man And brand my own chest so I would never blend in Lord