[Intro: Tech N9ne]
No more speaking that black male oppressed shit!
Full speed ahead, none of that retrogressed shit!
Looks can be deceiving, know that seeing is believing!
Black muthfuckas on a quest for retribution, overdue for the retrieval

[Verse 1: Kutt Calhoun]
I'm a n***a with no fame, a n***a with no brain, a n***a with mo' Kane than Abel
I'm a n***a with no change, a n***a with no pain, a n***a that won't change a fable
I'm a n***a that's hardcore, a n***a that starts war, a n***a that's far more than war
Thinkin I'm a n***a with a whole lot of venom; but don't nobody know that I'm sentimental
I'm a n***a that's so trife, a n***a with no life, a n***a with no rights at all
I'm a n***a that's so hype, a n***a you won't like, a n***a that don't like the law
I'm a n***a that stay keyed, a n***a that smoke weed, a n***a that pop B's and E's
Please believe he's a thief; reefer leak through the streets to the beast he's a link
Why - am I treated like a redheaded stepchild?
Why - can a brother get ahead of the mess now?
Why - do you think a black man gon' step down?
Why - 'til the inner city heads get left out?
I - never met a black or white with no pride, never met a man in life who won't try
To do what it takes to make a quick rise
Anyone in the way of fam is gon' die
So all of you Nazi Aryan nation placin hatred 'cross the nation
Racin, for segregation, fuck your regulations
Anticipations on yo' gay administrations
Makin weightful statements, you never make 'em, in a whitemanzeyez
[Chorus: Krizz Kaliko]
I ride for my people
I die for my people
Stand high on my steeple
To lies treating people
Devils are one sided
Spirits are misguided
Thinking that black birds don't fly
In a whitemans eyes

[Verse 2: Kutt Calhoun]
I'm a n***a with no start, a n***a that get hard, then be in carcerated
I'm a n***a that you brought, a n***a that you fought, a n***a that you taught the hatred
I'm a n***a with no hope, a n***a who's so broke, that his whole life's a joke
With nothing to gain and everything to loose, hell if that ain't lame, then I'm the same as you (huh)
I'm a n***a with no skills, a n***a with no mills, a n***a with Po' children, n***a that go steals
A n***a that dope deals, a n***a that won't feel the pleasure of more fills with leather
I'm a n***a with hard time, a n***a with barred lines, a n***a with art crimes to go
With the life of stars, I'm a trifling' star, fall right in the arms of your woe
(Why) Do you feel I'm a get what chu' gave?
(Why) Do you feel I'm a minimum wage?
(Why) Do you feel I'm a impotent slave?
(Why) Answer this..? feel me with this rage
"In the words of the late great, I'll probably be murdered for this shit that I said
I speak the real, be a legend, breathin' the dead."
I ride for my people
When it's time, when god is my witness
Die for my people
When it's time, I'm bombing with viscous lines
When I speak it, from the mind, and I'm a sufficient
Prime, rhyme and reason every time
In a whitemans eyes
[Chorus: Krizz Kaliko]
I ride for my people
I die for my people
Stand high on my steeple
To lies treating people
Devils are one sided
Spirits are misguided
Thinking that black birds don't fly
In a whitemans eyes

[Verse 3: Kutt Calhoun]
The black the strong
The heart the lone
Rough the times
In a word on my own
The stress the crys
The truth the lies
That bless the lives
In a word all alone
Death, demise
Reject the spies
Respect will rise
In a world so prone
We be never be no equal cause
You be devilish people so
Could you take a couple seconds out of your time
So I can really voice what's on my mind
Look into the eyes of which is not blind
And tell me what you see when I tell ya i'ma strong
Muthfucka, Independent with long-gevity
And I'm a benefit, it's on!
If you thinkin' I'm illiterate (hit home)
When you hear how a n***a spit
So richeous the nicest
You hate that you like it
I give and take through this crisis
So whites and afrkids fighting for life
But I got Mexicans and Asians beside me
Even Caucasians and Jamaicans taking stand in America what's right
This is a war, and you loosing with un even scores
One for your hate, three for minorities and even more
(Backwards Talk)
Reach through my blood and pour
Pour Liquid expanding, vicious explosions the final score
[Chorus: Krizz Kaliko]
I ride for my people
I die for my people
Stand high on my steeple
To lies treating people
Devils are one sided
Spirits are misguided
Thinking that black birds don't fly
In a whitemans eyes

[Outro: Tech N9ne]
If Denzel Washington can do it - I can!
If Forest Whittaker can do it - I can!
If Ving Rhames can do it - I can!
If Don Chino can do it - I can!
If Percy Miller can do it - I can!
If Spike Lee can do it - I can!
If Colin Powel;; can do it - I can!
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If 2pac can do it - I can!