We are from a place where they
first started people.
And ever, and ever, and ever, and ever,
and ever, and ever, and ever, ever.
Never.
Never.
Never.
Every day of my life is a struggle.
Out in the free world trying
to make a hustle.
And can't nobody tell me nothing, dawg.
It's time for the black smoke
to cover the white fog.
When this occurs, result is pollution
Waitin' for a solution,
now time is the execution
Back in
Mississippi where
Dopey was born
They had no idea,
I would grow him and form him
To an educated black man
who understands
The white man's system
and his political plans
Against the brother man, so yo,
we gots to stay focused
Cause trackers, album jokers,
brokers ain't gon' never know
Cause you're blind to the fact,
stereotype and brainwashed
But you're no better than nobody else
You gotta pay the same cost to gaze
up at the stars at night
Prayin' and wishin' I'd pre
pare for my self -crucifixion
Cause I ain't givin' up
I ain't givin' up
Now
I ain't givin'
Now
up your fist or draw your gun
Which one will it be then?
Regardless,
I'm a coverin' the story of
Mickey
Leland
A brother man down
for helpin' the black race
A kind -hearted,
generous man was written on his face
Just like all the rest,
he was makin' progress
Nevertheless possessed
devils and plants a mess
The plot was to shoot down the plane
Yo dope, you know who did it?
Yeah, but I ain't sayin' names
Mickey wanted to stop starvation,
so he flew
To make sure they got him, they killed
his whole flight crew
You might as well have placed a
9 to his dome
What's wrong?
Black leaders are fallin' like hailstones
Black men you love to assassinate
I got my gauge and I can't wait
To blast your head into 8 dif
ferent dimensions
Time to elevate the tension
I know you want the terrorist
heads for your lynchings
But we too quick with serial killers on guard
I got all of
South
Park,
Hard
Park, and
Fifth
Ward
HB, you got my back,
you know what you're doing
Mickey
Leland, 16, but we still look up to him
I ain't givin' up, never
I ain't givin' up, never
The majority of my true
friends are dead
Other half are jobless
Cause they refuse to
take down the trends
And I don't blame them one bit
You know it's an
African culture
You son of a bitch, the terrorist
Bringin' order to chaos,
workin' 25 -8
When no lunch breaks, the day's off
That's the way it's gonna
be from here on out
Cause freedom is always somethin'
that you're hearin' about
Freedom, they miss me,
freedom, don't sing
How can you miss freedom
when freedom never rings?
You see, I was born in the 60's
And ain't a damn thing changin',
it's the motherfuckin' 90's
30 long years passed by quickly, see
Now society got the blacks top
messin' with me
Should I get a job?
Keep slayin' tough? I'm doin' both,
but I'm tryin' to get out
And I ain't givin' up,
damn fool
Check it out, let us confess
No longer is our world ruled
by a balance of power
It is shot into policies of
a balance of terror
Controlled by who?
The government
Owned and operated by
who?
The government
Let me tell you brothers something, man
Y 'all have to get up off of y 'all ass and hustle,
dawg
You see, the system is set up to destroy
the potentially productive black man
That's why you gotta work 25 -8 when
no lunch breaks or day's off
Let's increase the peace, brothers
And the terrorists out of there
cause we on our job
And we ain't givin' up.