Wake Up

I see you're hurting and in fact I know you're mad From perfectly identical insertions of our past The anger that you've pushed down surfaces at last You're certain that they're doing it on purpose and you spas But meanwhile I was shot down last week By another young brother same color as me Left me in a blood pool damn, did me wrong, huh Laughed like it was cool, must've heard it in a song, huh And the last thing I saw was my daughter on the porch What was once a loving dad, now a problem to report Realize the bigger problem is the problem we endorse Watched her hero transform from a father to a corpse And of course, the perp was a young black male And of course, the victim was a young black male So report the ignorance that you have tracked well When you rap, make money, kill niggas, make crack sells Can't you see we're in a state of emergency? We're obsessed and possessed with possessions and currency And you glorify the curse that you throw inside a verse We hate the way they treat us but we treat ourselves worst Let's stop killing each other and start killing the ignorance We'll succeed if we proceed with persistence and diligence Think of our women and children if you're needing some sentiment Because the bullets hurt worst when they're piercing the innocent, come on I see you're hurting and obviously confused Understand that this country was designed for us to lose That doesn't have to depict, the destiny that we choose We really need to switch up the recipe of cool You don't think you can succeed but trust me I know you can We have too many niggas, I want you to grow a man We don't have to yell, pause, for me to hold your hand We are a stolen people, we're treading on stolen land Intelligence isn't popular But the only thing that's stopping us is ignorance and hate Yo, this poverty is costing us All of us, not the bloods, not the crips but all of us The biggest gang in the whole world is the one they call haul us up Can't you see we're in a state of emergency? We're obsessed and possessed with possessions and currency And you glorify the curse you throw inside a verse We hate the way they treat us but we treat ourselves worst So before you pull that trigger could you be more considerate? Mr. officer, trust me, our family is missing us Think of our women and children if you're needing some sentiment Those bullets hurt worst when they're piercing the innocent, come on