How you gonna shoot us up?
What’s your revolution?
Militia man fighting a war with your ego,
You ain’t following my constitution.
Carry your gun in your house, not in mine.
I know our life is divine.
I ain’t got no beef with you.
Your war is with your mind.
Put your Genie in a bottle and
Cork that shit!
May you find peace, in time.
The Evolution of freedom
But he ain’t a hoodlum.
The script is flipped,
Not the nigga, but the white man got whipped.
AK-like pistol killin’ in the South.
No need to talk, scream or pout.
No witnesses alive for the truth to come out.
Dirty fingers across the plantation.
Reminiscent of the hate in the nation.
If only Django could save the world,
Kill everybody ‘til there was peace in the world.
The trigga cocked in each hand and his pretty little girl.
That nigga thinks he’s John Wayne.