Blood in My Eye

[Verse 1: MK Asante] Uptown with the sunrise George Jackson, Blood in my Eye Make the son cry, School of Hard Knock alumni Some other shit like boardin the mothership Shelf ya speech – we on’t believe in governments Kill the ads – death to fake governance Send Congress to the same place my brother went Chain gang, hell bound, State peni-tent Killadel Pistol-vane, yeah, we militant Nobody break up fights, too busy filmin’ it Fiends nod to the beat of despair, feelin it City ice cold but still ain’t got no chill in it Ol heads shakin they heads in bewilderment at young Bucks gon Buck wild in the wilderness Survival mode—hackers—livin by code Taxes—tap into phones, kids dyin by drones I spark a Rello, inhale the scene, and pen a poem About a smart project teen, all on her own Labeled “less”—just cuz she ain’t got no "home" And growing-up so alone got her down to play grown Told her, “Keep ya head up, Be-lov-ed, claim ya throne”