Still Fighting

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 shit 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 classes

Looking for a sisters with a ghetto asses

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]

Killed 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 killed

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 ass 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 fuck with Chappelle

Listen, take a lesson from the dead, if we don't come together, right now in this hour, we too shall