Do we learn math to add the dead's sum
Subtract the weak ones count cash for great ones
We multiply but divide the nation
Break down like fractions send our sons away to die
Do we learn science in defiance of faith
To make alliance with fakes for an appliance's sake
We ask for the real fix stories for the guilty
Make angels look filthy and the devils look milky
If the victory writes the books then what have we won
Are we battleships for authorship a rich man's guns
Do we learn to read to receive the lies to deceive the eyes
from seeing between the lines
We use words to bring forth sticks and stones to sing psalms of hate
that fill the streets with bones Unseen or heard a king with words
Lyrical assassin Make me vision the better livin' (I'm the truth)
Is our day job more than selfslavery
When we're locked watching the clock impatiently
we sweat for the dollar bills the checks and the credit cards
but that kills breaks the necks of our inner hearts
if the police are role models for the righteous
why does justice depend on guns and nightsticks
Mr officer don't punish me with brutality
These streets got me singing Marvin Gaye offkey
Why do we need church to get to heaven's gates
Can holy water quench the thirst of those whose fates
Started in the wrong place with the wrong face
Can the poor and the hungry survive solely on grace
Can this rap game ever bring changes
When MCs would rather floss a cross than be saviors
Will I last in this game be blasted with shame
Will I stand for my name and never blaspheme for fame