Rolling Loud, Hear My Cry Lyrics

I am as I paint myself to be, riding down 12th w seven years on me; no one will ever know as long as I just keep moving. I can't hear my paranoia over the clock ticking. I have to create the space to create so, no, I won't be made to feel guilty. No artist is an activist, niggas not Dr. King, and I won't be measured by standards that no one else is meeting. My niggas and me are as we've been colored in. No one is equal until the day we make actions, not people, illegal. This is some shit I prayed I'd say onstage one day. This is the shit wrapped around my brain when I'm awake. This is what I do and not because it's cool. I am on two wheels day in and day out, in and out of traffic half living off word of mouth. Idk who just talking abt it and I dont really care. Niggas who say they love to make plays do not really be out there. Not everyone has to work and while that shit is unfair, we'll stay getting forced awake between 6-8 until we take our shares. Nothing would be as sure to catch the ears of the law and billionaires than [???redacted????] Nothing but an armed march on Washington will scare these billionaires and/or politicians. Fuck a mob of crackas at the capitol or any theater of Washington. Me and every other stateside nigga was literally chillin like villains. The only problem that I had that day was that there wasn't nearly enough killin!