Wake up

In order to make the Source Vibe or Double XL
I gotta excel
But honestly Im livin in hell
just minus the fiery furnace
politicians try to burn us
to the point where seeing blue and white lights make me nervous
look at Diallo
then tell me theyre not diablos
the facts of life may be hard for you to swallow
the youth dont know about activist
they know about hollow tips
so the goal is a platinum plaque
and not a scholarship
stereotypes i dont acknowledge em
i wish i was alive to see Martin or Malcom,
I swear to God i woulda followed em
Its evident
they dont wanna see a black president
to surburban residents
minority unemployment is irrelevant
the hell with it
my views need a coroner
dead to the world, no matter how many times they vote in florida
its rigged
no matter what they cant fool the kid
behind bars or in front of em
we all doing a bid
If we stop rasing our guns
and start raising our sons
maybe then we can be a nation of one
but it seems nobody wants to bother
too many black women gotta play the roll of both mother and father
it gets harder
but who the hell cares
the goal is Bel Air
so Its time to say fare well to well fare
lets run the country instead of running the block
we aint gotta spend the rest of our lives running from cops
its a set up
and we falling for the trap
instead of studying law
we studying raps
its like they took our role models and traded them away
cause the only doctor we wanna be like is Dre
they put guns in our hood
drugs in our hood
they got neighbors,
we, we got thugs in our hood
you want dollars? but we need the change right away
the suns still shines
but im beggin for a brighter day