Tek - Still Fighting lyrics

Anybody know what this place is? 50 thousand men died right here Fighting, the same fight, that we still fighting among ourselves [Verse 1] Shiiiit You know we like, we like crabs in a bucket How to get what we need, we Hate to see the next succed (don't say that man) Cause we too been done greed That's why we stare at each other's pockets Always trying to see what's in next one's wallets Trap ourselves in a mental containment Greed, ignorance, selfishness you name it Chris rocks said a joke, I think we all overlooked You wanna hide your money, just put it in the book, cause We know we the sh** consistently How we gonna be equal in a economy? I was taught that the five percent nation Was to teach the other 85 wasted Energy in a wrong direction, so Tek and Steel possesed Smiff n Wessun and Together each achieves more Thats what the letters and word team stand for We can but we can't keep blaming the Man He do it cause we let him keep the power in hand And us on the streets hadn't graduated in cla**es Looking for a sisters with a ghetto a**es But some do grind like they get they mind right Cleaning money up and get out of the hood life We give big awards to speakers, not doers That's how the hood wink bam ??? to fooled us [Hook] k**ed my brother, now it's in my heart Hatred, destroyed my family [Verse 2] Imagine being arrested or shackled against your will Imagine the transatlantic of slavery was really real Only you ain't got to imagine cause slavery was really real For real where plenty died and many others were k**ed I read about it in a history books when ??? lived But it never said nothing about Huttin or Emmett Till Until me and Allah began to build Then started doing the knowledge they had on back of the bill '99 Illuminati revealed, as soon as the ball dropped We'll be up they spell Theory or not, conspiracy? I can't tell Biggie and Pac who got them shot? I can't tell That's the type of information have you a** in cell Too many messages in rap, records probly won't sell It's like writing rhymes like writing my will Got my freedom on one them line and i fight for it still I don't want to be a lifer in jail, read revolution poems about mustafa kallil Telling my lawyer that we got to appeal Because living behind bars is like living inside hell My man Rell came home from doing twelve We touched down I struck down shotgun shell *pop* Oh well, same story will tell Man I'm going back to africa to f** with Chappelle Listen, take a lesson from the dead, if we don't come together, right now in this hour, we too shall