FISTFUL

Bout to refine rowdy thought
Big plans to plot,
This here is the revenge of the hungry ass
Griddy have nots.
Big homey listen, we cooking up schemes
Heavy in the kitchen
Racking the food the fridge,
The stove, the pans and even the pots.
Our seeds be our crops
And it seems like forever and a day
I'm avoiding these big city cops
Forever trying to get me in prison
Always aiming to stop our advancement
Handcuffs and harassment
The shit don't stop
But the way they mean mug,
You'd swear they're on the muthafuckin jock
Yet its not me, who's the real thug
Boys in blue, love to hate
And hate to show love
Grab their strap and go pop, pop
Another victim of the system casually drop.
Got me going schitzo,
Out to get dollars
And we're aiming for more than just a fist full
Some argue that we
Can't go against the states sacred ritual
But I'm breaking out this poverty
Coup de ta' working class robbery
Will this struggle go on forever?
I don't know but, shit, probably
Now I ask you, are you down to follow me?
This whole life been nothing more
Than a magnificent anomaly
And I choose to contemplate
Better alone than in bad company
Been a cool minute
Since I last chilled comfortably
Like always in the presence of a friendly enemy
That's always testing me
Don't ever under estimate
The peasant in me, cos the peasant in me
Always over comes ever so griddy
Don't test the love I have for my city
Intelligent and witty
Spoon feed you ugly,
Cos the shit ain't always pretty
But the shit is always lovely
The lord as my witness
That hovers high above me,
No lie, consultant to the ones that's struggling
Till my very last breathe Imma do my own thing
Imma maintain this grin till
We muthafucken win,
Don't you dare try and stop me
Tired of this poverty
So you best believe
I'm jackin my freedom like it's all out
Strong armed robbery.