Skipp Coon - Assata Taught Me (pg. 181) lyrics

[Verse] I talk to God on the regular In retro Jordans, a pistol and a cellular Rock Ralph Lauren, make gospel for the secular Sinners and heathens in my area, you a Judas Iscariot Look I'm a Peter, I'm out here trying to be Paul You a blood bank brother, I will make a withdrawal When the war's on, I pray that I answer the call I'd rather die fighting in it, not hiding with y'all Get euthanized, you will die with your dogs I'm on this corner like Boggs, brother I can get you applause I'm Joe Clark, you just monitor halls I'm working with my neighbors and brother you are hot on a blog I'm in the streets with our people on the daily In the cla**room trying to educate our babies Ain't no calvary, them white folks ain't coming to save we And I am Toussaint if the southside Haiti These deacons and dope boys raised me Them clowns in your clique, who they with bruh? Barnum or Bailey My weapons all registered, the coppers don't faze me Look at the monster oppression has made me A witness to street gangs, crack in the 80s Cousins in the state, in the fed, in the navy Sell 'caine, wear chains, drive a Mercedes The weak go along and the strong go crazy The weak go along and the strong go crazy The weak go along and the strong go crazy The weak go along and the strong go crazy "The schools we go to are reflections of the society that created them. Nobody's gonna give you the education you need to overthrow them. Nobody's gonna teach you your true history, teach you your true heroes, if they know that the knowledge will help set you free. Schools in America are interested in brainwashing people with Americanism, training them in the sk**s needed to fill the positions the capitalist system requires. As long as we expect America's schools to educate us, we will remain ignorant."