this for my people (2x) Everyone equal (4x) I'm doing this for my people (2x) You keep doin you, Ima keep doin me Save my community(4x) I'm speaking
[uncredited spoken word poets form the song's intro] "After a week of smoky nothingness.." {*voice SLOWED down* ".. the stars had returned
The stress of everyday living Is slowly corrupting my soul I'm 2 months out the joint on papers Walking with 3 years parole I did 4 and a half a slab
then I witness two beady eyes there Glare, wit no fear, pitch black Waitin for the brother to attack, I tried to speak I tried to talk, but my voice is
-wha-wha-what? wha-what? ) (wha-wha-wha-what? wha-what? ) (wha-wha-wha-what? wha-what? ) (wha-wha-wha-what? wha-what? ) [chorus x4] [outro: unknown voice] Power, equality, allah sees equality
havana The sattelite systems attractin the voices barcode GPS and the radiation from your cellphone Demon clones chromosomes and yet we all condone Mass production equals
For fear of what they'll say CHORUS Crooked cops plus crooked judges, don't equal justice Free all political prisoners Racist cops plus racist judges, don't equal
1] Look good! This sound doesn't come out here The Big-Big spendin' is down the street Sucker is like sucker and a millionaire and me is equal How is
Liffy Stokes] the stress of everyday living is slowly corrupting my soul Im 2 months out the joint on papers walking with 3 years parole I did 4 and a
*liffy stokes* The stress of everyday living is slowly corrupting my soul Im 2 months out the joint on papers walking with 3 years parole I did 4 and
host. What's it like to be a ghost? Both outlaws equal, yes indeed, a one shot rhythm to the gunsling. So long my sweet... I hear those voices calling
it ain't at the Sight of blood now the sight of blood equals the very First sight of love, menstrual cycles feelin' like you right At your height of drugs Bleed 4
away For fear of what they'll say [Chorus] Crooked cops plus crooked judges, don't equal justice Free all political prisoners Racist cops plus racist judges, don't equal
Up to the doors of America With voices to heaven praying for liberty We cry freedom (freedom, freedom, freedom) x4 We marched in 'Bama We marched in Tennesee Brown men and white men Stood for equality
won't you please tell me why because I haven't got a clue? Yo why is it my man? I was about to ask you [Verse 2:] Why do the voices in my head get louder
he's comin here She's in the white boots, breathin in my ear Chorus: Kool Keith Make up your mind, who you want to pump the butt (4X) [Kool Keith]
all had us down for some years It's the call of da wild nigga, uh, there it is Chorus: Cee-Lo I hear voices in my head and they keep callin me (repeat 4
word of the brother*and the voice that got muscles in it*now Im?ma show you a waste*is a terrible thing to mind*rhymes without education*equals butter