All Of The Kings/FTP

Part 1: All Of The Kings [Verse 1] Say God rest the soul of Fred Hampton, Huey P and Panthers I wonder who gave Stoke the cancer That’s a question government’ll never answer When you preach that black power, makin’ them whites cower The CIA go in the ghetto plantin' some white powder Now how did that get there? Magic like Dwight Howard Watch it and devour every minute, every hour We fallen like the towers that was built by bricks How ironic that the projects is gettin’ killed by bricks Cops cover more corners for crack sales Back to packed jails, half the black males they don’t hafta blackmail Tell my homie we should make a change But he just wanna make some change so he can make it rain It’s a shame cause all the king’s horses and all the king’s men And all the king’s queens know all the kings’ dead [Hook] Down the with the king Come on baby Down the with the king They don’t hear me cryin’ Down the with the king They don’t hear me child Down the with the king They don’t hear me cryin’ So what I’m gonna do? [Verse 2] Say god bless the soul of brother Malcolm and [?] See they can kill the body but they can’t kill the soul, live on forever Even though the spirit rise they can never divide I pray I marry a lady as strong as Betty Shabazz If not, I can’t deal with her Fake hair, fake nails but she say she want a real nigga Called herself a real bitch who just lookin’ for love I guess she plannin’ to find it every night in the club She said show me the cash and we could do it tonight Now she stay on the pill and we can do what we like I ask darlin’, don’t you want some more outta life? She said closer your eyes and turn down the light Cause all the king’s horses and all the king’s men And all the king’s queens know all the kings’ dead [Hook] Part 2: FTP [Hook 1] Don’t want me in the sreets but in the jail Supposed to keep the peace but give me hell My people sayin’ FTP, my people sayin’ FTP [Verse 1] Middle finger to the crooked cops Middle finger to the crooked chiefs My niggas said the day that he ain’t gotta keep the piece Be the same day police learn to keep the peace Pull me over cause you say I look suspicious huh Let me guess, young and black is the description huh? Only crime that I'm guilty of is bein’ me I know I ain’t a slave but I damn sure ain’t free When I was younger cops raided our house Pullin’ guns and yellin’ “everybody get on the ground” Had my parents naked layin’ floor touchin’ they face Just to have the wrong people and raid the wrong place That’s when the cops was lookin’ like the robbers to me Got my licence then your car started followin’ me But my wallet’s not a gun so before you kill the innocent Leave the Trayvons alone and focus on the Zimmermans [Hook 2] Don’t want me in the sreets but in the jail Supposed to keep the peace but give me hell My people sayin’ FTP (fuck the police) My people sayin’ FTP (fuck the police) Bitch