Album: Shyne Coldchain Vol. 2
Yeah, back and blacker than ever
Got sick of waiting for these actors to get it together
Still in them gutters, all my brothers is birds of a feather
Tried to get this money cause my people done struggled forever
Son of my father, gunning for stardom, it's worth a shot
They hate me like I'm fucking their mama, that's why I serve them hot
Feel them burning, long as hell is burning I'll murder God
If he was trying to fuck up my paper, nigga, that's all I got
The black and brown we go through it, holocaust
You see Obama is just a house nigga to me
They locked the children up in the prison and they're ditching the key
It's empty place in this estate so shorty shit where he eat
He got a clip in, he got a K, he about to light up the street
They catch him slipping, now they trip him knock him right of his feet
His mama crying on the news like ''that boy was so smart
Wish he never start chilling with them niggas at the park''
Been swimming with the sharks since the kiddy pool
Breaking all the written rules
Breaking the tradition of that inner-city raising fools
A raisin' in the sun
They let the monkey out the cage, he got a gun
He got a book, he got a brain, you'd better run
He was the one that they '
Baptized in the tears of the slaves of the young
A penny saved is a penny earned
So I be stacking up this copper as the city burn
Cold chain, nigga
Yeah, just sit and look at where they raised us at
Same black, same crack, so they gave us that
Give us hope then take us back
To the 1800's with these rap contracts
And they wonder why niggas get shot, coke sit in the pot
He can't get no job so he's hitting the block
And if that nigga getting money while them niggas sitting hungry
Ten times out of ten bet them niggas gonna plot
We just struggle with survival trying to rise to the top
When your life is on the line fuck what's right and what's not
You got a right to the dream, whether it's triple beam or Martin Luther's
My chain heavy, are you ready for that revolution?