When you study the historic nature of revolutions.
You may change your goal and you may change your mind.
Look at the American Revolution in 1776.
That revolution was for what? For land.
Why did they want land? Independence.
How was it carried out? Bloodshed.
Number one, it was based on land, the basis of independence.
And the only way they could get it was bloodshed.
You don't have a peaceful revolution.
You don't have a turn-the-other-cheek revolution.
There's no such thing as a nonviolent revolution.
The hard times, tough pain, heavy rains coming down on me (Cap's back again)
Up all night, sleeping in the streets, life ain't treating right
A fatherless child, escaped from work release, and plus blew trial
Reptiles in the BM-Dub, lizards and fake wizards (Cap's back again)
The dirty staircase, pissy hallways, I'm in the grind, always
Twisted ass record deal, spiritual albums, I feel like Malcolm X
Cab driver status, wild baby mothers, two sisters and two brothers
Two tours with Ghost, the chrome toast, no calls from Rae (Cap's back again)
Fall off, then I get back on, ya'll best to be warned (Cap's back again)
From bum to rich, broke, back to fly again, baby what's what? (Cap's back again)
The ill rapper, try'nna feed my triplets and still flip on this shit
From New York to Baltimore, I'm coming hard, no matter what, kid,
I still want more (Cap's back again)
Cats is still sleeping on me, but so what, cuz these streets put
a beating on me (Cap's back again)
Two Benzes, Cadillac truck, head in the whip, still living it up
I'm in the projects for life, pain so deep that it cut like a knife
I'm going all the way with this, and to them stupid reptiles
that admit they did this (Cap's back again)
None of ya'll cats can see me, ya'll got it mixed up when you see me on MTV
Forever pushing the pain, never fall back, it's like I'm pushing the train
Fronts in the mouth, ACG's, golden brown army fatigues (Cap's back again)
Momma in the housing, I'm trying to make thousands, what you gonna do now?
Fake cats never show 'em no love, when I see 'em, yo, I'm throwing slugs
It's all over for dudes, the time is now, Staten Island side chika-pow!
It's how I be beating your head against the words...
Respect the king..., the first...
Uh-huh, Staten Island stand up...
Straight up and down, right here
This is Tyzeen street music
Crack barrels of rap... get 'em... yeah...