Juicy Letra

This right here's going out to all them people right there struggling (all our comrades)
For their motherf*cking rights.
It's all good baby bay-bee!

It was all a dream!
Started organizing in my late teens,
Malcolm X and Huey P, who I wanna be.
Marcus Garvey on my wall.
I was just a young G thought I'd been through it all.
F*ckin' with Po-po, used to stay "lock"
Tryin' to get my aim right, learning how to shoot a glock.
Way back, used to rock the army green fields jacket,
We was known for that.
Remember that?
It was 'bout breakin' the law
I never thought the movement would make it this far.
Yeh, it's been a long fight, but we alright.
Time to get free, blow up like Cincinnati.
No joke.
I remember saying "Don't Vote- F*ck that!"
"Freedom or Death" was my quote.
Revolutionaries like (little) Bobby,
George Jackson, Geronimo and ???
We gettin' free like we said we would.
Liberated territory in the hood and it's all for the good.
And if you don't know, now you know, soulja.

You know very well who we are.
We are Africans
God damn right we are.
See, they are few but we are many.
So let's get free
And we can all ???