| Much love CMB, O.G.'s no offense
|
| But red white and blue, ain’t our residence
|
| Brainwashed from the start, put hate in our heart
|
| For our own skin color, this is the devil’s art
|
| Protect yourself, but the set ain’t necessary
|
| Just a fast ticket, to the obituary
|
| And I’m serious G, G as in guardian
|
| Black for life, now tell me what set is harder than
|
| Self, originated from the motherland
|
| Born creator, since day one black man
|
| And I ain’t trying to tell ya, nothing wrong
|
| But if the blacks don’t reach the blacks, who’s gon reach us homes?
|
| You kill a black you safe, but kill the other
|
| You crucified, look at Gram
|
| I’m hurting inside, I’m hurting inside
|
| I’m hurting inside, I feel so much pain
|
| I’m hurting inside, I’m hurting inside
|
| I’m hurting inside, I feel so much pain
|
| I’m hurting inside, I’m hurting inside
|
| I’m hurting inside, I feel so much pain
|
| My past is death, locked in hell now the devil’s mad
|
| See I’m killing him slowly, with the pen and the pad
|
| Hate to hear the truth revealed, let me start this |
| True for life, the light shining off the darkness
|
| For four hundred years, abused and mistreated
|
| Held captive in Babylon, and it ain’t hard to see it
|
| We struggle every day, just because of our skin color
|
| But some devils can be blacker, they cold and still ain’t your brother
|
| It’s a shame we got off the same boat, in shackles and chains
|
| Now we’re killing each other, in the neighborhood gangs
|
| Will you kill me, if I wear blue or red?
|
| You can bleach the rag, but you can’t bleach my skin so it’s all dead
|
| Open up your eyes, genocide is what’s going down
|
| Righteous blood is still spilling, on the earth’s ground
|
| From the thunder’s, that created by the other side
|
| So don’t ask, me why I’m hurting inside, I’m hurting inside
|
| I’m hurting inside, I’m hurting inside
|
| I’m hurting inside, I feel so much pain
|
| I’m hurting inside, I’m hurting inside
|
| I’m hurting inside, I feel so much pain
|
| I’m hurting inside, I’m hurting inside
|
| I’m hurting inside, I feel so much pain
|
| I’m hurting inside, I’m hurting inside
|
| I’m hurting inside, I feel so much pain |
| How long will we kill each other, man?
|
| I know you don’t wanna hear this, because you killing more niggas than the Klan
|
| man
|
| How long will we kill each other, man?
|
| I know you don’t wanna hear this, because you killing more niggas than the Klan
|
| man
|
| How long will we kill each other, man?
|
| I know you don’t wanna hear this, because you killing more niggas than the Klan
|
| man
|
| So open up your eyes, are you happy with your lives?
|
| A victim of the system, got to worry about drive by’s
|
| Man it don’t make, no sense at all
|
| I’ll be down for my ways, till the day I fall
|
| 'Cause you can’t come together, with another color
|
| Until you come together, with your own black brother
|
| So save all the drama, we’re tired of seeing bloodshed
|
| We gotta be smart, and stop being misled
|
| 'Cause blue and red, has white in the middle
|
| Let them bang for the flag, 'cause, in the end, they all sizzle
|
| God take note, of all the G’s that died
|
| In the streets of America, I’m hurting inside
|
| I’m hurting inside, I feel so much pain
|
| I’m hurting inside, I’m hurting inside |
| I’m hurting inside, I feel so much pain
|
| I’m hurting inside, I’m hurting inside
|
| I’m hurting inside, I feel so much pain
|
| I’m hurting inside, I’m hurting inside
|
| I’m hurting inside
|
| I’m hurting inside, I’m under critical condition
|
| Democratic politician, man, we all on a mission
|
| Arms itching, arms snitching, will we ever excel
|
| Or will we squash this raisin, when we meet up in hell
|
| You fail to see, that this life ain’t free
|
| And this K-I-N-G, has potential to be
|
| A lock and a key, my 20/20 can see
|
| That this dirty industry, is trying to fuck Keke
|
| Let me explain, the actors and the factors
|
| The democratic losers, and the politician jackals
|
| Contractors, they fiends, they also try to scheme
|
| And try to get paid, on another niggas dream
|
| It seems that bidness, is bad for your health
|
| It looks to me, that every man’s for himself
|
| But I’ma stay strong, and I’ma keep my pride
|
| And try to stop all this damn hurting inside, I’m hurting |