Abandoned Language

Abandoned language only when I thought my masses couldn't manage

Wisdom gained with age is lost to page as adage

So tragic, that average trajectory

Incendiary thought and vast vocabulary makes none the less of savage

A fist or full clip might be quick to split that cabbage

This breath? It takes tactics

Haven't quite mastered movements after three full decks

What we seem to go through rarely ever makes sense

From the scorching country fields to the heart of projects

What we know of history's always marred in violence

So I, Etch my own stone into tablets

Never felt the need to live elaborate

Fuck the pretty niggas with their rings and silk fabrics

Need an ear to concrete to speak correct grammatics

Heard same beauty in my noise where the rest heard static

I've had it, Trying to explain this same formula

Perfect paranoia

Don't let me trust a soldier

Thought we'd all understand now since we're older

They pass manilla folders and 100,000 die

They built the public schools with factory workers in their eyes

Since we don't manufacture now they don't need men

It's easier to start wars than it is to feed kids

Damn we callous

We kept off balance

Kept off balance as I harness raw talents

Said a million times prefer bullets to ballots

Kept off balance

Ideas are valid

Ideas are valid

They say I'd best whisper

Ideas are valid

They say I'd best whisper

I say I'll keep a pen to pad and fingers on triggers

Should i aim at own temple or several?

Can't figure

It's hard to focus, perhaps our last opus

If younger heads quote this, then it ain't all hopeless

I wrote this with intent to resurrect a John Carlos

A Huey Newton, a Guevara in the midst

Can't accept the struggle's dead when there's blood on our lips

Positions shift but survival's all basic

Ain't a fuckin' thing sacred nowadays kid

Perhaps the racists ain't blatant but what's really changed?

Our peoples been trained to live in tight cage

The only thing we feel is mad rage

The closest thing to bring a smile to parched lips slipped silent through arthritic grip

A stoic life lasts instant

A starved infant would best paint state of our conditions

Populous with no ambition

Content to tear at flesh formed somber progression

So where's the lessons to digest within aggression?

These filthy blocks are all immersed in raw tension

Meanwhile you act like poverty was our invention

The meek inherent what and when is my question

I read your weak history text that never mention

A solitary second of my people's true intentions

Astute observations kept us mentally replenished

Resumed rituals retold tales as heretic, within my speech lies the last of my heritage

Hit headshots with higher average

All caught in labyrinth, shine when I speak you can't handle it

[Chorus]

Turn that page muthafucka cause our story's all scripted

600 years, ain't a fuckin' thing different

Don't speak to us about strength and upliftment

The closest thing to paradise is mad distant

Turn that page muthafucka cause our story's all scripted

600 years, ain't a fuckin' thing different

Don't speak to us about strength and upliftment

The closest thing to paradise is mad distant

Turn that page muthafucka cause our story's all scripted

600 years, ain't a fuckin' thing different

Don't speak to us about strength and upliftment

The closest thing to paradise is mad distant

Turn that page muthafucka cause our story's all scripted

600 years, ain't a fuckin' thing different

Don't speak to us about strength and upliftment

The closest thing to paradise is mad distant

Mind's prism imprisons what light enters to ruin negative

Reactions attract interest from factions that lack oral traditions

In fact speech muted like Miles' horn

Though humble my soul's torn

Tempted to tell more

Labeled a failure

You fail to see my core

Won't let you just ignore

This fight's what we live for

Fragile image ignites wrath of ancestors

Revamped rhyme pattern gathers pulse from street wars

I seek more

Perhaps life's still atypical

Experience has got me cynical

Seen our best clipped at pinnacle

Provide cyanide in form of capsule

At times it seems my breath is just a hassle

Masked men poised to kidnap for known ransom

Ransack a stack of ill writtens

Reduced to ramble

Why's our inner streets left in shambles?

I know a nigga's got to eat.... but do we got to play sambo?

Suburban copies sloppily repeat what seen on airwaves

Completely miss gist of dimly lit stairways

How dare they make us trivial

Made it seem we never counted

My culture's demise was more literal than it sounded

Theories well grounded, inevitably unearth skeletons of fellow men

Pristine bones got bleached of their melanin

While they teach mere scraps of tinged truth

Corrupts youth

Views constrict these pupils

The useful made fools with eyes that blur proofs

My manner's uncouth as they complete loop

Kept the cyclical sense of this noose