Feel Me

[Hook] Throw your hands up in the air This is my gift to the future Black white brown, it don't matter This is the way we lock it down [Verse 1] This is for the working man, works with his hands Maneuvering through traffic, tryna do what he can, man Coffee in his cup man, on the stage buck man (This is what way we lock it down) You ain't never seen nothing until you seen a Cali traffic jam Drive's man insane, check the fourth lane traffic cam, man All-in-all he swears it's all worth it Weekend's coming and he ain't gotta work it All its shortcomings, I don't ever wanna leave Los Angeles born man, we breed emcees Break a man's spirit, the things that I've seen but (This is what way we lock it down) I was raised on the brown side, me and the vatos Said that that flaco negro won't stop though Learned those years they was just like us So black men and brown men, throw your fists up like [Hook] Throw your hands up in the air This is my gift to the future Black white brown, it don't matter This is the way we lock it down [Verse 2] I learned of my calling in classrooms for years And teach for grandmama's raising they kid's kids So that one less mom buries her son Son stop thinking that going to jail's fun Honor record's much more than degrees And to the degree in which you fail as a man makes you a man Brag about your struggle like crack was a good thing (This is what way we lock it down) And we ain't never had nothing, don't knock the hustle Don't need another man tryna add to the struggle Bring our people down and keep them fiends higher Gotta take each other like the clan can retire People name kids after killers of their kin Like no black men in history did anything, forget 'em Write for that man, bet there's one in your building But y'all don't ever see him, he's busy raising his children [Hook] Throw your hands up in the air This is my gift to the future Black white brown, it don't matter This is the way we lock it down [Verse 3] At least with Latinos, blood's thicker than money Sneak across borders to feed they abuelitos Named their ninos Salvador and Jesus All hopes that Cristos would save all their tios Tias, [?] rosary, me I don't go Nina so worried, we just buried your prima These are the realities, victor never wins Angel ain't got none as Hector's so hectic Floria, Maria, Grace, I speak your presence Night is so frio for me and mi hijos Rose and Iris would blossom into beautiful ladies Not shy girl and sad eyes, it's crazy Brothers and sisters share cells with brothers and sisters Now they feel free yearly, yo really? Conceived in sin then sewn in corruption Looking for redeemers in the hoods and you need 'em [Hook] Throw your hands up in the air This is my gift to the future Black white brown, it don't matter This is the way we lock it down