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Verse 1: Tupac

Look around

I see the spirits of the block hanging their heavy heads

Same sirens singing the same songs that our fathers bled

Federal agendas focused on the powders and the pills

While building prisons for the youth to pay the master's bills

It is motherfuckin' madness in this system of greed

Planting poison in the garden while they're burning the seed

Mama worked double shifts but the table was thin

Only a bitch would judge a sinner while committing the sin

I been dodging these enemies sipping on Hennessy

Trying to map out a strategy to avoid a tragedy

Paranoia keeps me checking my back for the destroyer

Call up my lawyer to talk to the judge and the employer

They want me dead but my ghost is breathing right in your face

Restricted to a cage just because of the color of my race

The struggle is a motherfucker when you're trapped in the heat

Selling your soul just to get a motherfuckin' morsel to eat

Verse 2: Kendrick Lamar

Pac told me keep my eyes on the throne and the dirt

Since a toddler I been absorbing the trauma and the hurt

Internalizing the agony of a king in a sweatshirt

Writing a verse till my motherfuckin' chest and my neck hurt

Analyze the anatomy of a systemic design

Feeding the blind with a fine wine made of a crime

Nigga you lying if you think the struggle ever ceased

We just upgraded the chains while we begging for peace

Look at the cycle

Look at the psycho

Look at the disciple

Holding the rifle while leaning on verses of the Bible

The hypocrisy is heavy when the belly is empty

Visions of gold and some platinum pieces to tempt me

But I stand with the prophet of the Rose that Grew

Trying to find a motherfuckin' truth that belongs to me and you

Kendrick and Makaveli navigating through the mist

Two generations with a motherfuckin' revolutionary list

Verse 3: Tupac

Thug Life till I die even when I'm already gone

Still looking for the dawn in a world that is withdrawn

The government got a war on us instead of on the lack

While we're sharpening the knives to stab a brother in the back

They call me a menace but the mirrors don't lie

Seeing the reflection of a nigga ready to fly

Keep your head up little sister and stay on your feet

Don't let these motherfuckers turn your heart into stone on the street

I trust in God 'cause man's judgment is a pile of shit

Looking for a haven where the candle of life is lit

Maybe in a Thugz Mansion we can finally rest

Putting a motherfuckin' end to the pain inside my chest

Until then I'm a soldier with my middle finger up

Spilling the bitter water out of this systemic cup

Fuck the world if they hate the ones who want to be free

Long as Kendrick and my niggas remember the legacy

Verse 4: Kendrick Lamar

Legacy is the lineage of a fire that stays lit

Breaking the motherfuckin' bricks till the spirit can fit

We was kids in the Section 8 staring at your posters

Now we're the most dangerous ghosts inside of the toasters

Popping the champagne while we're still under attack

Checking the maps and the tracks for a knife in the back

The paranoia is a passenger on every single ride

Trying to find a place where the ego can finally hide

From the police to the politics it's all the same play

Keep your motherfuckin' head high and find a better way

Niggas in the city trying to capture the flame

Changing the player but never rewriting the game

I heard you talking through the wind and the bass and the snare

Reminding us that the weight is something we all gotta bear

Two poets in the booth

Two hunters for the truth

Fighting for the elders and the motherfuckin' youth