Raise Your Weapons

[Verse 1: Stalley] They sayin' I'm the last of a dyin' breed And this generation is in a dire need of a voice like me Someone to embody the glory, I guess that's me Someone to tell the story of the people like me Those who came from nothin' and fought like me They said that I'd be nothin', I'd be dead by 23 The pastor said becase I'm Muslim I'll burn eternally And my sheik said because of my tattoos, Heaven I'll never see So I'm out in the open, all alone, searchin' for some peace Mentally I feel enslaved by this weak economy So I'm thinkin' 'bout buyin' a piece and robbin' everyone in front of me But the funny thing is, we all feel it I'm just speakin' of pain that we all live with But we God's children, civilians of the ghetto But cry so loud, I'd be damned if they throw this echo They tellin' me to let go, ask me why am I upset for? Yeah, I'm upset Yo Cause you won't except the people that I rep for The kids with broken hearts and torn souls that find it hard to let go Confusin' them with your religions And lyin' politicians, throwin' us in you prisons Makin' us welfare recipients with no hope, so why hope? You bastards listen before it's a nation of millions I provoke And we show up at your front door Weapons raised, no questions, man You knowin' what we come for Respect of the utmost [Bridge] Rippin' my heart was so easy, so easy Launch your assault now, take it easy Raise your weapon Raise your weapon One word and it's over Raise your weapon Raise your weapon Raise your weapon Raise your weapon [Verse 2: Stalley] Non, non, nonviolent what they tellin' me But a killer is what closin' me, no mercy for they punk ass They threw too many shots, not to bust back I came too far to go back All these words I done spat The coallition [?] you been warned that it's combat So black gloves, black mack, I'm strapped up like Cojack Niggas better run like Bo Jack I'm blitzin' with these raiders All these haters better Code Red You punks better run inside Cause these dogs that ride noses're red And they so fed up with all this corny fake shit They want real, and they so trill And they throw steal and they don't feel Sympathy toward your judgement You can call the law or call the gods But they still not budgin', so we thugin' until they brung in Standin' here 'til the sun dim and it's back up Lexus, got 'em raised up No power 'til we was raised tough And we all together, so get raised up or get rolled on Got crips, bloods, and them Stones on This revolution is so strong, and this war we ain't start alone