[Verse 1] I said listen, I'm a n***a on a mission Do what I gotta to get my people in position Help 'em envision a better living condition Stop putting so much trust in your religion They couldn't conquer without division Boy you still black, I don't care if you Catholic or Christian Police'll still f** you up, young buck Bust you in your head, leave your body by the dump truck Revolution got me pumped up But it's still a fact black people still think so f**ed up How they got money to go war with whoever wrecked the buildings And none forever cuz HIV infect the children That mean the money for a life they can save They rather use it to send a life to a grave And that's not righteous ways That ain't even half, my real-a-real I could write for days, but I don't know how they might behave You seen what they did to the 'Pac's, Martin's, and Marvin Gaye Could you picture the Black Panther party today? Usin' hip hop to say the same thing Marcus Garvey would say? Imagine Malcolm X over a beat Tryin' to rally up the troops and take control of the street Still in the window holdin' the heat But now we got soldiers on the corner like police patrollin' the beat f** G.E.D.'s – n***az need DP CD's We don't need PCP; we don't need flat screen TV's and DVD's We need more knowledge of who we be [Chorus] Do we really know where the guns come from? Do we really know where the d** come from? How come it only affects us and not them? How come Jesus Christ has still not come? Why am I wrong if I k** a n***a that punch me? But it's alright for you to blow up a whole country...