No New Leaders

Dang yo, Damn yo, Little Black Sambo Candy like Campbell's Handcuffed and shackled Turn your heads when you see blacks get man-handled Fucked up and trampled Confederate flag poles still flying down south like arrogant assholes Laws get created, dreams get deflated Fuck the whole system, freedom is cremated I've seen a burning cross on one of my niggas lawns Rodney and Travon, the list is getting long Projects is torn up Gang signs is thrown up Waiting 4 hours for paramedics to show up No wonder why the homies got Codeine to pour up Life is moving fast, they need the drama to slow up Police got a grudge and I'm wearing dark skin I can see a squad car like a fuck'n shark fin (same thing) Racism is a case of Gangrene, so don't act like we're on the same team Paula Deen Dang yo, Damn yo, Little Black Sambo Y'all 'bout to make me flip out like Rambo Ain't no new leaders Ain't no new dreamers No more Dr. Kings, no more Mother Teresas' All we got is social networks You mean I got to look at TMZ for some excerpts?-they not even experts They writing bullshit, same as the preacher telling lies from the pulpit The game all fucked up "So what you believe in?", I believe in me, myself, and my team in We live in rough times, its hard, but I want mine On God I'mma rush 'till I'm in front of the lunch line No more middle class Just let my niggas pass so they can have peace We don't know how long it'll last At least long enough to keep them out of the streets, far from the beasts We won't ever have to carry a piece, you've been released The homie just came back home, he's been released No more work release home-boy, work for me Ha! Dang yo, Damn yo, Little Black Sambo Y'all 'bout to make me flip out like Rambo