ฟังเพลงStill Fighting (Explicit)

Still Fighting (Explicit) - Smif n Wessun

Anybody know what this place is

50 000 men died right here fightin' the same fight

That we still fightin' amoungst ourselves

Today

Sh*t

You know we like

We like crabs in a bucket out to get what we need

We hate to see the next succeed

Cause we too bent on greed

That's why we stare at each others pockets

All we tryna see is what's in the next ones wallets

Trap our selves in mental containment greed

Ignorance selfishness you name it

Chris rock said a joke I think we all

Over looked you wanna hide your money just put it in the book

Cause we don't need sh*t consistantly

How we gonna be equal

In a economy

I was taught that the 5 percent nation was to teach

The other 85 wasting energy in the wrong direction so

Take a still present Smif n Wessun

And together each can choose more

Thats what the letters in the word team stand for

We can but we can't keep blaming the man he do it

Cause we let him keep the power in hand

And us in the streets that are

Graduating classes looking for our sistahz with the ghetto asses

And some dude grind right to get they mind right clean

They money up and get outta the hood life

We give big awards to speakers not do ers

Thats how the hood work they

Bamboozled and fooled us

Steal their soul killed my brother

Always in my heart hatred destroyed my family

Imagen being arrested or shackled against your will imagen the trans atlantic

Slavery was really real only you ain't

Gotta imagen cause slavery was really real

Forreal where plenty died and many others were killed

I read about it in

History books when I was little

But it never said nothin' bout huntin' or in until

Until me and the law began the bill

And started doin' the knowledge they hide on the back of the bill

99 aluminum not even filled as soon as the ball drop

We be up under their spell

Theory or not conspiricy I can't tell

Biggie and pac who got 'em shot

I can't tell at the

Type of information have yo a** in the cell

Too many messages in rap records prolly

Wont sell it's like writin' rhymes

Like writin' my will got my freedom on the line

And I fight for it still

I don't wanna be a lifer in Jail reading

Revolution poem by Mustufa Kalil

Tellin' my lawyer that we gotta appeal

Because livin' behind bars like livin inside hell

My man rel came home from doin' 12 he touched down got struck down

Shotgun shell oh well same story we tell man

I'm goin' back to Africa to f**k with chapelle

Listen you take a message from the dead

If we don't come together right now its our world with them

Each wishes