Blown Away Pt.2

Saigon, stic.man, dead prezidents Blown away, could be any one of us [Stic.man] I pour some water on the ground for the soldiers that's fallen Those who paid the ultimate price when they answer they callin To all the martyrs that we lost as a people in common You got blown away but you didn't go in vain True examples of change on the frontline of the battle Brothers like Bunchy Carter, stood up and rolled when it mattered Wasn't a hidden agenda, wasn't Maulana Karenga He got blown away, still unknown today John Lennon and Gandhi, both were proponents of peace Spiritual message they taught, millions of people they reached Suited devils amongst plotted the dark and the light Both got blown away so bearin this Glock is my right Is there a message encoded deep in the violent display? Renderin people afraid, keepin the movement at bay COINTELPRO is alive still to discourage the rise Leaders get blown away, the media covers our eyes Modern-day genocide, what hope is there for tomorrow? Whether it's vertical or the violence is horizontal I lost too many cousins but was it the bullets that took you? Or was it the, situations society put you? Though I rally for peace, still I carry my piece I keep it free of debris, I keep it oiled and greased They say it's freedom of speech but just watch what you say Before your face on a shirt, like "He got blown away" (uh) [Hook: Saigon] I knew a rapper that just rhymed of his dope and his grind But heard a dead prez record that opened his mind You know what happened the second he pressed play? (what?) He got blown awayyyyyyy (yeah) This other kid had never listened to S to the A (nah) So yesterday I gave him a couple records to play (yeah) He heard "Clap" and the shit that I did with Trey He got blown awayyyyyyy [Saigon] (Go 'head) I pour some Henny on the floor for every young boy Murdered in Baltimore, Watts to Little Rock, Arkansas Philadelphia, D.C. to Chi-Town (Chi-Town) And every other ghetto where niggas get shot down The drama's pitiful, little niggas is homicidical We ignore the fact that all the crime is political When somebody's blown away, somebody's gone away Prison population inflatin, the shit grow e'ry day It's usually us, that's occupyin the Riker's bus It's more than us fightin just, this shit is a crisis cuz 350 million guns in United States Y'all callin my music conscious, I'm callin it wide awake The ghettos that I escape, a lot of others succumb It's hard when your pops a crackhead, and your mother's a bum And you discovered the slums is not a place you should stay But the only way to leave there is for you to get blown away [Hook]