Listen

I gotta few things I wanna ask the Lord

Why my people gotta be so poor, feel me

And why's it so rough, when you're young and black

They say you go to jail or get strung on crack

Why the girl have a baby, she was twelve years old

Ask the state why the cells got to be so cold

And why these **** here with so many years

Whole family in court crying so many tears

Can you picture us living with hope (Hell no)

When the same ones hanging us is giving us dope

Shit, it's hard to get by

I pray to God, it's still hard to get by

I just want to hold my son (My man)

But I can't leave my house until I load my gun

I gotta grab my sword

And when I die, I got some things I wanna ask the Lord

Like, why are we dying from AIDS?

And why on TV it's alright to be gay

Ain't that sorta like my gun got the right to be waved

If I could sit back and watch a whole cipher of slaves

Ask my man where the blacks at

Ask myself, where the next Malcolm X at? (I don't know)

Is he making Salat or upstate like a ape in the box

Am I a human or a fallen angel

Got to pray by myself cause I'm out of angle

I ain't facing the east, tell the brothas I was shaking the beast

Has the nine and eight in the streets

Open your eyes, stay wise, 'cause even satan is deep

I pray for a better livin'

Even though I think I'm better dying, why, 'cause I'd rather hear the angels singing

Why, and I don't want to hear my people crying, feel me black

We ain't got to die no more, I said we ain't got to die no more

Black woman listen

You ain't got to cry no more, I said you ain't got to cry no more

Black child listen

We gotta provide for y'all, I said we gotta provide for y'all

Devil man listen

We got a surprise for y'all, I said we got a surprise for y'all

Black man listen

'Bout to be on some clever shit (I got to be)

I got to think  if the president is prejudice

Then that's another eight years down

The five hundred year warn, that's a eight year round

I don't really need to sweat it

But the war been on, before they came on your TV and said it

They don't need lead to shoot you

Why would a man make a computer to head the future

I think about it in the weed session

They say better technology, all I see is regression

Blew up our buildings in fact (Blow us all up)

But if they live under the sun then them children is black

Before the devil get more time I'd rather see the world cease

Hit the after life of world peace

Where black men don't, the women don't cry

And the little kids get provided for and play in the sky

What?

We ain't got to die no more, I said we ain't got to die no more

Black woman listen

You ain't got to cry no more, I said you ain't got to cry no more

Black child listen

We gotta provide for y'all, I said we gotta provide for y'all

Devil man listen

We got a surprise for y'all, I said we got a surprise for y'all

Feel me black