Can’t u see
Inacell is where we dwell, sippin’ coffee,
Smokin’
bugler, plottin’ the future, goin’ straight
4 the
jugular
incarcerated, never intimidated, just fighting
2 be
liberated from these chains and fences,
no repentance while doin’
this life sentence
Killings and drug dealings goin’ down in this
shit
called the game, brothas lookin’ 4 fame, dying
4 gangs when
it’s the system that must be
changed, revolution is the solution, not
prostitution, we aimin’
at the kapitalist, imperialist institutions,
and the
chumps pimpin’ the sistas, they birth the
future
can’t
u see
Pain, sweat and tears over 400 years,
oppression,
emasculation, mass incarceration, kapitalist
exploitation,
it’s time 4 self-determination
This shit has gotten
deep, sometimes we weep,
fueled by past and present images of brothas
and
sistas being railroaded, given lengthy sentences,
being
misplaced in the census
Can’t u see
altho we exist in the
undaground, we persist
the possibilities of a new world, unfurled
like
a mother giving birth 2 a new baby girl
we exist in tha
undaground, in a hellhole, yet
have we 2 fold
we’re not jiving,
not hiding, always ready 2 face
the cold
that’s why we be so bold
in our maneuvers, we
see a beautiful future
They say the game
ain’t 2 be told, but sold
this ain’t no game, people, you be gold if
the
truth be told
As we started 2 grow in the undaground
some
tried 2 kill what we feel, that’s the
real deal
Others claimed we
were out of season, how
can that be correct reasoning using
the
logic of a heathen and ignoring the bleeding
refusing 2 read
the signs of the times
that’s why i designed this rhyme, hoping
you
see what time it is 4 real
Predatory lending,
subprime
mortgage schemes, prisons filled 2 over
capacity with the
masses
crack, heroin is back
fat cat CEOs paid obscene salaries in
stacks
off the backs of the working classes
the holice using the
hoods as shooting galleries
Politicians lying, young folks
dying
mothers crying
brothas neglecting responsibility, hiding
instead
of protecting the community by riding
Can’t u
see
Political prisoners, pistol packing, poetic poetry
power,
survival of the illest, the realest
Elections, defections
wars
being fought with toys of destruction
the game of elimination is
being employed
the environment is being destroyed
Can’t u
see
that’s why i propagate what we see, hear
and feel, hoping you
see what is real.
