1980 part 2 momma had a baby such sweet lady Little did she know ,she would raise king But he was a little crazy Dear lord save me I think they trying to slave me But iam bust back They can never take me that’s my mentality I woke to this reality Words could never batter me I know that’s their strategy To rattle me To battle me Iam gonna need a saddle G Riding on my enemies! Such a vicious tragedy! I rather be Like my ami aboo be Living humbly Happily like my sister and brother be But Sadly I won’t My spirit won’t let me be It’s asks me to talk So I let my spirit free Grab the paper and then I let pen leak Then I let the pen talk Blaze it up in the dark Holla if you feel me There’s no need to fear me If you near me then cheer me We already lost the realist And illest How many more gotta go before we all are the chillest! That means we all dead . Ain’t no peace out for us …..the have nots So we bust shots Double glocks , we slang in rocks Some of us anyway the rest go to work and grind and grind daily And we pray it one day stops ! We don’t hate the cops We hate the systems Give us a chance to be free You tax us on everything Then you go spend that money on war We gotta war at home spend those tax dollars back on us So we the citizens can have it a little easier because it’s our fucking money y’all I am fucked up in the head We fight each other daily when we should be Firing these muthafucka politicians United we stand Divided we fall We all have our differences and we all live here together how about we start here