Introduction:

"I'm young, I'm handsome, I'm fast, I'm pretty, and can't possibly be beat" - The Great / Legendary Muhammad Ali

[Lead In]

Thank you for joining me, on this journey. And I gotta prove nothing to you, I ain't gotta prove nothing to you. And I gotta prove nothing to you. Hold up, we're gonna do it like this

[Verse One]

Was outcasted in a world of madness
I'm still laughing from all the pain that we managed
I'm still smiling for the broken hearted
They're lost in misfortune
See there's a way out
My n***a try your best when avoiding obstacles
Keep your head up like Pac said
But now that Pac's dead I figured
I would pass the juice to you without the trigger
And maybe you could
Be that
Center of attention that you belong in
You get lost up in that space where all them stars is
I'm chillin
My n***a please
You'll never catch me up on my knees
I'm never asking for no handouts
Unless the love is 50/50
They crippin up on the corner still
And they boolin like the 90s
But I'm focused on that unity
Are you man enough to try it?
See I grew up with them ese's
(riverside, P-Town)
Said I grew up with them ese's

[Verse Two]

Spit a verse like the Heaven's cursing in third person
I'm the candyman
But walking off with the serpent
Through your synagogue
Dedicated misdemeanor turn into felonies
My black and brown gepettos speak
In intelligent tongues
And border crossing slave marketers
Wishing that God was the Devil
The news reporters abandoned the ghettos
And forced us to settle
But I just want my bread and butter dawg
What the fuck is you talking
The blood of a king
Three hundred years don't define our intelligence

[Chorus]

We ain't gotta talk about the struggle n***as
We ain't gotta talk about the pains
We don't want to ever have to kill each other
But n***as ain't the only ones to blame (2x)

And I don't want to be another murdered on the block
Thirty bullets from the cops
Pussy never had to bust it
I was running from the ops
You was flexing in the dickies
They was creeping out the window
Saw them reaching out the top
Damn

A Couple Shots will turn your life into a memory (2x)

[Bridge]

Unify. Unify. I swear to God, we must unify Black and Brown people. If we do not unify, we will not have a community to exist within. This is Hip Hop

[Verse Three]

Low Lows and a Cadillac reppin him
The flow is gassin him
Trust me
A couple Polaroids in the box
Don't lust for me
Internet gangsters
Thirty something n***as acting like they sixteen
You was Maybelline
I was the Black Constantine
Been crossing over the space odyssey
My 20/20 vision remaining blurry throughout my childhood
See democracy was the illusion
We all fell for it
The Devil's Advocate
Al Pacino reflective dialogue
What is love?
The only reaction more compassionate
Than a woman's touch
(breaker breaker, one two)
The only reaction more compassionate
Than a woman's touch
Feed the People

"and do something, few human beings could do"
- Richard Pryor

[Chorus]

We ain't gotta talk about the struggle n***as
We ain't gotta talk about the pains
We don't want to ever have to kill each other
But n***as ain't the only ones to blame (2x)

And I don't want to be another murdered on the block
Thirty bullets from the cops
Pussy never had to bust it
I was running from the ops
You was flexing in the dickies
They was creeping out the window
Saw them reaching out the top
Damn

A Couple Shots will turn your life into a memory (2x)