[Intro: Fred Hampton]
You have to understand that people have to pay the price for peace
You dare to struggle, you dare to win
If you dare not to struggle then goddammit you don't deserve to win
Let me say peace to ya if you're willing to fight for it

[Verse 1]
I bend a corner, tuck the blicker-blam under the seat
Random checkpoint, Mustang convertible
Top down in Ganesh boy
Slime n***a drapery crown, fresh out the Greek fest
Beef yes, 'specially downtown and we cheat death
Speak less, falafel, curry, baklava, C-clef
Shorty swear my baritone, she idolize the deep breath
She text me Genesis 9:5
I text her back Romans 2:14, my energy Mai Ties, ha
(Yeah)

[Verse 2]
Death is not the greatest loss
The greatest loss is what dies while alive
Never surrender, elevate your cross
I floss the best, fix your dentures, never hate a boss
(Nah, never hate him, never hate it)
Cause what'll seem like a twinkle in light
May be the thing that’s defending your life
Dedicated, yo

[Verse 3]
The KGB, Mossad, and the Stasi
Just say the wrong name and the CIA will have you bodied
The boogeyman is real, best believe it
You never seen a monster in a three-piece twill collect a fetus
X, Dr. Martin, and Ernesto
John F, [?] and Sadat check for shooters in the rest home
Retirement village
Playing shuffleboard with the killers of the killers
You know how it go
The Actavis and the hippies
Was just about the wack racism the 60’s
Wanna know how I know?
Fred Hampton got murdered in his sleep

[Fred Hampton speaks]
I want you to know is- I want you to think
If you ever think about me and you think about me, niggers, and you ain't gon do no revolutionary act, then forget about me
I don't want myself on your mind if you're not going to work for the people
Like we always did, if you ask to make a commitment at the age of 20 and you say I don't want to make that commitment
Only because of the simple reason that I'm too young to die
I wanna live a little bit longer
What you did is: you're dead already

[Verse 4]
Fred Hampton got murdered in his sleep
And Ken Kesey drove the magic school bus to further his beliefs
A closed mind deserve a cold heart
You ain’t guaranteed to find diamonds in a coal mine because
The 70’s were cool
You had soul music in the belly
Folk music and the telly with the blues
Jazz gave away the bride and Rock was the best man
Nine months later Hip-Hop was the fresh heir
Thirty years forward at the black bar mitzvah
And all you hear is ballers in the trap, nah n***a
Say it ain’t so, what the fuck, you think you made it? Ay yo
She took the Plan B now the baby can’t grow, can’t grow