Raise Your Weapons

[Verse 1: Stalley]

They sayin' I'm the last of a dyin' breed

And this generation is in a dire need of a voice like me

Someone to embody the glory, I guess that's me

Someone to tell the story of the people like me

Those who came from nothin' and fought like me

They said that I'd be nothin', I'd be dead by 23

The pastor said becase I'm Muslim I'll burn eternally

And my sheik said because of my tattoos, Heaven I'll never see

So I'm out in the open, all alone, searchin' for some peace

Mentally I feel enslaved by this weak economy

So I'm thinkin' 'bout buyin' a piece and robbin' everyone in front of me

But the funny thing is, we all feel it

I'm just speakin' of pain that we all live with

But we God's children, civilians of the ghetto

But cry so loud, I'd be damned if they throw this echo

They tellin' me to let go, ask me why am I upset for?

Yeah, I'm upset, yo

Cause you won't except the people that I rep for

The kids with broken hearts and torn souls that find it hard to let go

Confusin' them with your religions

And lyin' politicians, throwin' us in you prisons

Makin' us welfare recipients with no hope, so why hope?

You bastards listen before it's a nation of millions I provoke

And we show up at your front door

Weapons raised, no questions, man

You knowin' what we come for

Respect of the utmost

[Bridge]

Rippin' my heart was so easy, so easy

Launch your assault now, take it easy

Raise your weapon

Raise your weapon

One word and it's over

Raise your weapon

Raise your weapon

Raise your weapon

Raise your weapon

[Verse 2: Stalley]

Non, non, nonviolent what they tellin' me

But a killer is what closin' me, no mercy for they punk ass

They threw too many shots, not to bust back

I came too far to go back

All these words I done spat

The coallition [?] you been warned that it's combat

So black gloves, black mack, I'm strapped up like Cojack

Niggas better run like Bo Jack

I'm blitzin' with these raiders

All these haters better Code Red

You punks better run inside

Cause these dogs that ride noses're red

And they so fed up with all this corny fake shit

They want real, and they so trill

And they throw steal and they don't feel

Sympathy toward your judgement

You can call the law or call the gods

But they still not budgin', so we thugin' until they brung in

Standin' here 'til the sun dim and it's back up

Lexus, got 'em raised up

No power 'til we was raised tough

And we all together, so get raised up or get rolled on

Got crips, bloods, and them Stones on

This revolution is so strong, and this war we ain't start alone