you have the emergence in human society
of this thing that's called the state
what is the state? the state is this organized bureaucracy
it is the po-lice department. it is the army
this is the state -- it is a repressive organization
you've got to have the police
cause. if there were no police
look at what you'd be doing to yourselves!
you'd be killing each other if there were no police!
but the reality is. the police become necessary in human society
only at that junction in human society
where it is split between those who have and those who ain't got
i throw a molotov cocktail at the precinct
organize the hood under i ching banners
black and green instead of gang bandanas
f.b.i. spyin on us through the radio antennas
and them hidden cameras in the streetlight watchin society
with no respect for the people's right to privacy
i'll take a slug for the cause like huey p. while all you fake niggaz {unnngh} try to copy master p
i want to be free to live
able to have what i need to live
bring the power back to the street
we sick of workin for crumbs and fillin up the prisons
dyin over money and relyin on religion for help
we do for self like ants in a colony
organize the wealth into a socialist economy
a way of life based off the common need
and all my comrades is ready
we just spreadin the seed
live a third of his life in a jail cell
cause the world is controlled by the white male
and the people don't never get justice
and the women don't never get respected
and the problems don't never get solved
and the jobs don't never pay enough
so the rent always be late; can you relate?
we livin in a police state
no more political monsters
no more secret space launchers
government departments started it in the projects
thousands up in the closets
could've been invested in a future for my comrades
primitive weapons out in combat
pretty niggaz be runnin with gats
rather get shot in they back than fire back
we tired of that - corporations hirin blacks
exploitin us all over the map
that's why i write the shit i write in my raps
i live in it; breathin it
it's more than just fuckin believin it
rollin up my sleeves an' shit
it's cee-lo for push-ups now
many headed for one conclusion
niggaz ain't ready for revolution
and you're gonna have to keep on sayin that
you're gonna have to say that i am a proletariat
guiliani you are full of shit!
and anybody that's down with you!
you could man-make things better for us
and you cuttin the welfare
knowin damn well when you cut the welfare