Power

[Verse 1: Honey The Hippie] Yo, I want to, go to the 60's Get trippy with those hippies In the past we were passionate pacifists Passing hits to, black activists, and black advocates But these days the dumb ass kids got the blackest lips Who rap about grabbing guns and grabbing gats and clips I call them Trojan rappers usually they ain't packing sh-- We some damn magnums to these pussies na We some black panthers to these pussies, and I Fought for rights, and i write this feeling righteous And write hits until my right wrist hits of the writist Cosign the peace sign like i'm trying to stop the violence But when i close my eyelids my rhymes be causing (?) I got that power... [Verse 2: Honey The Hippie] Black power? More like black cowards We're there to plant the seeds but leaves when it blooms into a flower Y'all sound like y'all cotton pickin' niggas when y'all spittin' It's like y'all forgettin' the 14th amendment was ever written Y'all just slave to the game, to get whipped and chained I mean y'all came to the game, to get whips and chains Personally, I don't care that my income is my outcome Assassinated character, rest in peace to Malcolm Drinking out the fountain of youth, drowning in truth Swimming by liars, i'm sinking cause i'm uninspired Cause uh, originality is just another casualty And, society is quietly losing it's sanity And, reality shows don't really show reality And, radios are messing up with our mentalities And, video hoes are making girls hate their anatomies Selling they' souls for the goals to improve our vanity What happened to our power?