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[M-1] The white man came to Africa with rifles and Bibles Heard the name, started changin the titles Now instead of Chaka call me Nat Turner with the burner Freedom fighter for this revolution, fuck a wave journer See I be what John Wilkes Booth was to Lincoln, blam! Sirhan Sirhan, peepin through the curtains with my eyes on a Kennedy Dead prez, politic, know your enemy, keep your toast close Because political power come from the barrel of it We in a war, nigga leave it or love it Since they got us in a scope like a P.E. logo I watch for the po-po (woop woop) and train at the dojo Not a gun Deniro but a working class hero Takin a stand, like a panther with an M-1 Guran Screamin know your gun laws, self defense is a must When we set it off I'm a be the first to bust [Stic.Man] Freedom is not having to sell crack to eat Freedom is you can say without the bleep Freedom is power in the hand of the masses Where everybody shares and there are no classes Freedom is hard work freedom is ours if we bomb first Freedom is heaven on earth if you religious religion is your personal Business freedom is our collected political interest Love put in the action of principal roles Freedom is where the people play an active role In the policies the govern our lives Freedom is equality fire all black mothers & wives Freedom is sacrifice freedom is black life without hungry nice In the ghetto its so simple the most opposite of what we have lived Freedom is showing love by the efforts you give
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