Panthers & Powder

[Verse 1]

Rest In Peace to Bobby Hutton

And all the legacies it wouldn’t seem like I’m in touch with

The prowl underground that they leave out the discussion

Call it “finder’s keepers” and then see how y’all adjusting

I was lucky where I never had to look far

It was like a lullaby before daddy took off

Singing how “we got to free Huey, we got to free Huey”

The vision bright enough where you could probably see it through me

With my fist up in the air same shade as little Sambo

Reach for my umbrella I was raised to let a cannon blow

Pancakes for evеryone who need to get their platе filled

Pistols in the kitchen for whoever feel a way still

Younger me, taught that the world is under me

And to stand above it is to never stand comfortably

White man come for me?, know I ain’t the typical

10 point program, honor it like it’s biblical

All praise due here, and know what to do if they bring Charles Gain through here, the shit I

Overheard, uh, knew the code just like I would get to know a bird, the revolution wasn’t televised

But it was spoken word

[Hook]

And I heard every part of it

The bravery and all the worry at the heart of it

Fully loaded clips, no bargaining

Admiring the beauty within all of it

And Alton looked at me like “tell me what you thought of it”

[Verse 2]

“All power to the people”

‘cause your flag on the scale meant ya’ll power wasn’t equal

Taught to take it back, shoot you down to help me reach you

Stories ain’t alone, you'll be bound to get this sequel

Stand to know the risk, yet and still the Lord’s with you

Hand up over fist vs. Bill O’Neals and Roy Mitchells

I was privy to it, me and mine is blessed to say

That we can living proof it, the same pride as yesterday

Is here tomorrow right?

But if you got some spare time that I can borrow right?, then I’d love to put this on pause

Grew up off of strength, I come from pushing the cause

Built different now, I’d love to push you some raw

Built for the crown, won’t none of them be ignored

They stole my beret so pardon me if I call for applause

For living through the death of my history, reparations every time I get ki’ (key)

My 40 and a mule is when they load 40 in a mule

For every for every member they took from us, cordially confused

Panther in my blood, shameful of my business

But the way business been going, shame ain’t too expensive

[Hook]

And I heard every part of it

The bravery and all the worry at the heart of it

Fully loaded clips, no bargaining

Admiring the beauty within all of it

And Alton looked at me like “tell me what you thought of it”