Generations (feat. Royalé)
Urban Revolutionary Underground
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He marched in six three fists high in the rain Dr King at the front but my blood felt the pain He fought Jim Crow with a scar on his chest Police dogs in his face but he never took less He sat at the counter got spit in his eyes But he knew change comes with a sacrifice He saw the Panthers rise bullets fly through the night Said "Son if they strike then you better strike right" He left the South with a suitcase of hope Came north for the freedom but they tightened the rope They said "Freedom ain't free boy its paid with death" They lynched him in daylight watched him take his last breath They built walls in our way but we turned 'em to dust Raised fists from the grave carrying their trust Our fathers fought wars and our mothers stayed strong Now it's our turn to show 'em they weren't fuckin' wrong We're the iron in the wound the steel in the cut You can try to silence us but we don't stay shut Generations roar with a spine forged by the brave We hold their memory tight and we piss on your grave My pops took to the streets in '92 LA on fire red and blue lights flew Said the verdict was a joke just a slap on the wrist While the city burned hot he clenched up his fist They called him a thug but he fought for his kin They choked Eric Garner now we can't breathe again He taught me the system's got a chokehold grip Gave me books by Malcolm said "Girl don't slip" Worked double shifts kept food on the plate But he knew the deck's stacked that the house holds the weight He saw hope in the eyes of a young Barack But knew one man's vote won't ever stop the clock They built walls in our way but we turned 'em to dust Raised fists from the grave carrying their trust Our fathers fought wars and our mothers stayed strong Now it's our turn to show 'em they weren't fuckin' wrong We're the iron in the wound the steel in the cut You can try to silence us but we don't stay shut Generations roar with a spine forged by the brave We hold their memory tight and we piss on your grave Now it's my turn 2024's my stage Same battles they fought and I'm filled with with the same rage I see my brothers locked up for a dime bag sell While they profit off the green buildin' legal as hell The cameras watch every move that we make But we march through the streets till the ground starts to quake They tried to censor our voices silence our cries But I'm Malcolm in the booth spitting truth to the skies My sisters keep rising fists high in the air We carry the weight but we don't break we dare We'll write the next chapter pen sharp as a knife Carry forward the struggle and fight for our life They built walls in our way but we turned 'em to dust Raised fists from the grave carrying their trust Our fathers fought wars and our mothers stayed strong Now it's our turn to show 'em they weren't fuckin' wrong We're the iron in the wound the steel in the cut You can try to silence us but we don't stay shut Generations roar with death in our eyes We carry their names and we bury your lies We're the nightmare of power the break in their spell This is our time now - welcome to hell
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