My People Lyrics

Yeah. Ayo. Listen. This one's not on some gangsta shit or some softy artistic shit. This ain't on some singing shit. This ain't on some messing around shit. And most importantly this ain't on some bullshit. This ain't even on no M Preskitt shit. This is Mathew J Leal shit that I'm telling you and it's real my brothers, from my motherfucking soul motherfucker! That my people are fucking dying. Every day in this world, physically and mentally. Unjustly. Black people. Brown people. Gay people, straight people. A lot of motherfuckers. And most of all the poor people. So this ones for us. And I ain't telling you I'm gonna solve it. Nah fuck that. But I sure as hell am gonna rap about it. Yo...

I only ever spit is the truth

And I never lie

I may never become rich

But I'll never die

I'll be forever alive in the eyes

Of anyone who ever cried

While listening to me rhyme

And everyone who despised

Disguised as friends they'd ride

But I'd rather have alive the the

People who died

Believing the lies

The government spits

Them bitches never provide

You think you so fucking clever

You never gave a shit about

Anybody of color

Till your business endeavors

Led you to bother with the

Brothers that be living in the

Building you tryna demolish

Man you thinking slaveries over?

But it's awake

Like a sleepover

You some rich ass pricks and

You know you get a boner

Whenever you pick your

Phone up

And see a bum just got shot

For some shit that he stole

From the shop on the corner

To feed his kids

Living in the box on the corner

And the homies with the

Fucking boombox on the corner

And the fucking single mothers

In they socks on the corner

Cuz she don't got no job

And she don't got no car

So she can't feed em much and

She can't take em far

I ain't looking for stardom

I ain't tryna be hard

I'm just tryna help

People who

Going through hard times

Cuz I remember the times

When my car just wouldn't start

And looking at it now

We all up in the dark

And...

My People ain't free

Not yet!

My People ain't free

Got that!?

You hate it when we

Rock this!

Oh you'll love it when we

Pop back!

My People ain't free

Fuck you!

You think we can't see

Fuck you!

My People ain't free

Fuck that!

My People gon be

Trust that!

My People ain't free

Not yet!

My People ain't free

Got that!?

You hate it when we

Rock this!

Oh you'll love it when we

Pop back!

My People ain't free

Fuck you!

You think we can't see

Fuck you!

My People ain't free

Fuck that!

My People gon be

Trust that!

Yo god forbid

I ever want for

Someone else's family

What I want for mine

I rhyme until the day you

Get what I get

What is mine is mine

But what is mine

Is piece of mind

That we survive

Yes we alive

But fuck that

I be tryna thrive

Cuz I know that I been tight

And I been hype

It's a fucking bloodbath

When I rip mics

From my fucking nutsack

To my windpipe

And I'm inclined to believe

That slavery's alive and well

Ah hell it never went away

Mama telling you to work

Until you make it to a better day

And when you get it

Then you got it

Never regret it and

Never let it get away

Make sure you getting pay

Cuz the one thing in the world

That erases everything

That anyone could say

What could make em all holler

The great equalizer

The American dollar

Without it

They gon judge you by

Everything they can

Like the color of your skin

Or the color of your baby

Or the color of the lady

That you made the baby with

Everybody gon judge

Getting paybacks hard

When you gotta pay back

All yo money to somebody

Got one buck left

Better save that

Cuz the fuckers at the top

Lying right to ya face

I mean everything we eat

Do we really know what's in it?

And everything we wear

Do we really know who knit it?

See the cops kill a kid and

You thinking homie

You gotta be kidding

Till you see his skin color

You know why they did it

And you know why they killing

And you know why they spilling

All this blood in the street

Like a super villain

Homie it's not appealing

Cuz the money flowing

Money going places

I ain't got it but it's growing

No it's folding, falling

Running, calling,

But the one thing that it ain't is Holding still cuz I be balling

All my people in the hood

In shitty schools

Thinking that it's cool to

Get a gat and go to bat for bangers

That's the only fucking opportunity They fucking have

When homies

Getting shot for nothing

White and black and

Red and yellow,

Every other fucking fellow

Just a slave to something

Never gonna make it

Up to twenty one

So everyone is drinking

When they old enough to

Hold some liquor

And killing just as soon as

They be old enough to hold a gun

And learning how to run

From the cops the very minute

They learn to run

Well

Ain't no

Freedom till we all free

Cuz ain't no motherfucking sight

Till we all see!

Cuz brother we needing

More than weed and lean

And families from the burbs

Seeing us up on the tv

Saying we give em the

Heebe-deebee-jeebees

Its like the rain won't stop

And the pain don't stop

If you ain't gon stop

Then this thang gon pop cuz...

My People ain't free

Not yet!

My People ain't free

Got that!?

You hate it when we

Rock this!

Oh you'll love it when we

Pop back!

My People ain't free

Fuck you!

You think we can't see

Fuck you!

My People ain't free

Fuck that!

My People gon be

Trust that!

My People ain't free

Not yet!

My People ain't free

Got that!?

You hate it when we

Rock this!

Oh you'll love it when we

Pop back!

My People ain't free

Fuck you!

You think we can't see

Fuck you!

My People ain't free

Fuck that!

My People gon be

Trust that!