You really don't understand do you

Hey man don't you realize in order for us to make this thing work man

We've got to get rid of the pimps and the pushers and the prostitutes

And then start all over again clean

Hey look nobody's pushing me anywhere ok

I mean not you not the cops nobody man

I mean you wanna get rid of the pushers I'll help you

But don't send your people left to me

Oh come on John

Can't you see that we can't get rid of one without getting rid of the other

We gotta come down on both of them at the same time

In order for this whole thing to work for the people

Good things to those who wait

I don't involve wth those who make noise or indulge in hate

I pray to God may Allah make my bars be great

So my job secure in case my broad is late

I got no time to slow it down and contemplate

N***as hungry for a change so Obama eight

Years safe here never Rayful

Kept it moving reindeer weather

Crack babies turned crack sellers still got nada

That happens when you black n***a with no product

Unathletic it's sad though when it's no calling

So now you with the strapped n***as that want problems

No problem and the hood ain't changed in years

And I'm optimistic at times for politics can't erase the fear

Pro black is dead self loathing and s**t

Whole race feel misplaced since the Reagan Era

Where's Che Guevera

Hear cries from black moms for convisary

And the cops'll stop now the town is different

See the blocks like black mamba brown omitted

Little gentrification which ain't gender specific

All us n***as is n***as a few of n***as is b***hes

Dig it cigar lit up Obama got a longer tenure

You ain't gotta get involved unless that boy sizzle

Yeah one nation under God

Politics about the guap I hate to break your heart

Just play my part

Stay low pray to God

For all the hate shown it made it hard to watch

Could be a race war n***as on your mark

'Til somebody start

Conspiracy theorists in my lyrics

And feel like my s**t is somehow different albeit

It could be the image of my n***as

And your perception is ruining my vision dig that

My president mulatto a resident of many of serato

A penny for your thoughts my retorts worth a dollar

Get off my f**king George Carver

As far as little Bush I'm thinking more little Rallo

Do you follow or did I lose you

Ms Dash yeah she bad but the broad still clueless

Reese get her not little

Witherspoon feeder 'til the seats fill up get me

Paranormans on my feet n***a jiggy

I commander in chief n***a Bentley

Exercise of free speech n***a get me

But politics just ain't me n***a feel me