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The Greatest Story Never Told Chapter 2: Bread And Circuses,
[Intro: stic.man]
Saigon, stic.man, dead prezidents
Blown away, could be any one of us
[stic.man]
I pour some water on the ground for the soldiers that's fallen
Those who paid the ultimate price when they answer they callin
To all the martyrs that we lost as a people in common
You got blown away but you didn't go in vain
True examples of change on the frontline of the battle
Brothers like Bunchy Carter, suit up and rolled when it mattered
Wasn't a hidden agenda, wasn't Maulana Karenga
He got blown away, still unknown today
John Lennon and Gandhi, both were proponents of peace
Spiritual message they taught, millions of people they reached
Suited devils amongst plotted the dark and the light
Both got blown away so bearin this Glock is my right
Is there a message encoded deep in the violent display?
Renderin people afraid, keepin the movement at bay
Go intel pro is a lie still to discourage the rise
Leaders get blown away, the media covers our eyes
Modern-day genocide, what hope is there for tomorrow?
Whether it's vertical or the violence is horizontal
I lost too many cousins but was it the bullets that took you?
Or was it the, situations society put you?
Though I rally for peace, still I carry my piece
I keep it free of debris, I keep it oiled and greased
They say it's freedom of speech but just watch what you say
Before your face on a shirt, like "He got blown away" (uh)
[Chorus: Saigon]
I knew a rapper that just rhymed of his dope and his grind
But heard a dead prez record that opened his mind
You know what happened the second he pressed play? (what?)
He got blown awayyyyyyy (yeah)
This other kid had never listened to S to the A (nah)
So yesterday I gave him a couple records to play (yeah)
He heard "Clap" and the shit that I did with Trey
He got blown awayyyyyyy
[Saigon]
(Go 'head) I pour some Henny on the floor for every young boy
murdered in Baltimore, Watts to Little Rock, Arkansas
Philadelphia, D.C. to Chi-Town (Chi-Town)
And every other ghetto where niggaz get shot down
The drama's pitiful, little niggaz is homicidical
We ignore the fact that all the crime is political
When somebody's blown away, somebody's gone away
Prison population inflatin, the shit grow e'ry day
It's usually us, that's occupyin the Riker's bus
It's more than us fightin just, this shit is a crisis cuz
350 million guns in United States
Y'all callin my music conscious, I'm callin it wide awake
The ghettos that I escape, a lot of others succumb
It's hard when your pops a crackhead, and your mother's a bum
And you discovered the slums is not a place you should stay
But the only way to leave there is for you to get blown away
[Chorus]
