Still Fighting

Anybody know what this place is?
50 thousand men died right here
Fighting, the same fight, that we still fighting among ourselves

[Verse 1]

Shiiiit
You know we like, we like crabs in a bucket
How to get what we need, we
Hate to see the next succed (don't say that man)
Cause we too been done greed
That's why we stare at each other's pockets
Always trying to see what's in next one's wallets
Trap ourselves in a mental containment
Greed, ignorance, selfishness you name it
Chris rocks said a joke, I think we all overlooked
You wanna hide your money, just put it in the book, cause
We know we the shit consistently
How we gonna be equal in a economy?
I was taught that the five percent nation
Was to teach the other 85 wasted
Energy in a wrong direction, so
Tek and Steel possesed Smiff n Wessun and
Together each achieves more
Thats what the letters and word team stand for
We can but we can't keep blaming the Man
He do it cause we let him keep the power in hand
And us on the streets hadn't graduated in classes
Looking for a sisters with a ghetto asses
But some do grind like they get they mind right
Cleaning money up and get out of the hood life
We give big awards to speakers, not doers
That's how the hood wink bam ??? to fooled us

[Hook]

Killed my brother, now it's in my heart
Hatred, destroyed my family

[Verse 2]

Imagine being arrested or shackled against your will
Imagine the transatlantic of slavery was really real
Only you ain't got to imagine cause slavery was really real
For real where plenty died and many others were killed
I read about it in a history books when ??? lived
But it never said nothing about Huttin or Emmett Till
Until me and Allah began to build
Then started doing the knowledge they had on back of the bill
'99 Illuminati revealed, as soon as the ball dropped
We'll be up they spell
Theory or not, conspiracy? I can't tell
Biggie and Pac who got them shot? I can't tell
That's the type of information have you ass in cell
Too many messages in rap, records probly won't sell
It's like writing rhymes like writing my will
Got my freedom on one them line and i fight for it still
I don't want to be a lifer in jail, read revolution poems about mustafa kallil
Telling my lawyer that we got to appeal
Because living behind bars is like living inside hell
My man Rell came home from doing twelve
We touched down I struck down shotgun shell *pop*
Oh well, same story will tell
Man I'm going back to africa to fuck with Chappelle

Listen, take a lesson from the dead, if we don't come together, right now in this hour, we too shall