You can keep fightin', or you can go home
You can keep tryin', or get rolled on
I'm keep ridin', cause when the funk is on
Most of these so called rebels ain't got they phones on
So I turn to the killas and the gangbangers
Teach 'em how change, doin' the same thang
Show a loc how to love his self
And how self-hate make you wanna slug ya self
Introduce him to the enemy the enemy made
And how the devil made 'em murder for the clique that he claim
When I see it all click in his brain
I put an clip in his hand and tell 'em c'mon, it's women to save
You a young black warrior, raised in a battle field
Some say soldier, trained with the strap to kill
But it ain't no good if all you think about
Is shootin' up the area blacks chill and that's real
CHORUS
Time to leave the wrong for right
Gotta make a change in my life
Shake all the stress and strife
And gain wealth with knowledge of self, baby
Settle down and raise a fam
And know about that master plan
That's why we gotta understand
Nobody looking out for us but us, true baby
History and time have proved nobody cares if you
Live life cool or you die but you
You ride for me homie I'ma ride for you
Long as you understand who you bring the violence to
If you hard enough to murder for malt liquor and mean mugs
Mash on the bitch-ass cops who bring teens drugs
And politicians who pass laws that don't do shit
Keepin' streets corrupt, keepin' us stuck
And trapped in that hell hole
I know the reason of the reason for the reason which your mind bases hell on
You ain't gotta call hell home if you think
Twice 'bout smokin' a brother for gettin' his mail on
Let me guess, you ain't workin' for the white man
Who you think you workin' for sellin' white man?
They lend you yayo, send you to jail
The hard truth of it spells the intent to fail, might as well
CHORUS
Time to leave the wrong for right
Gotta make a change in my life
Shake all the stress and strife
And gain wealth with knowledge of self, baby
Settle down and raise a fam
And know about that master plan
That's why we gotta understand
Nobody looking out for us but us, true baby
Real Gs know the drama
From being 9 yrs old seein' 5-0, feelin all on ya mama
Smacked her hard, threw her in the back of the car
For some outta date tags on the car, that's hard
Real crips know the real shit
Livin' with ya granny cause ya daddy and never callin or give shit
So of course the anger from the pain just might be the blame
For niggas that get they wig split
Real bloods know it's hard to feel love
If daddy was there but he threatened to kill us
And while we did homework, he just did drugs
Of course I'ma flash red rags and give it up, nigga
Punk police, dead beat daddies and crack
Are the reason many hated bein' black
It's time to rise up, open ya eyes up
To the people who created the trap and hate that, take that