One hand wash the other, both wash the face
Now real recognize real, homey stay in your place
What about the, revolutionaries given they lives
My souls on ice, it's like I got, blood in my eye
The price of freedom is bleeding, I ain't comitting no treason
Why they hate my black skin, god, give me a reason
My mother said I'm an angel, and then say I'm a monster
I grew up in the hood environment, lived amongst the thugs
And killas, the gangstas, the streets, they feel us
Ain't nothin' realer than the feeling, when you loving yourself
Just be a man, take a stand, don't be beggin' for help, help
My regulation is building my black nation
I'm running out of my patience, you owe us some reparations
Guns blowin', blood flowin', I ain't tryin' to be waiting
Out of control, sellin' our souls to Satan
Fakin' Satans fatin', Larry Davis