Empty Barrels (PT.1) Rap Song

They say an empty barrel makes the most noise

But that’s when you playin with Childs toys

Wit 8 in the clip an
1 in the chamber

Body-parts is what’s left
no denomination
Jus the remainder.

don’t have to be bad
jus a good aimer.

An I spit on it first
So when you get hit
You know I’m the one who gave you that lead kiss..

I don’t care what you say ,,I have to survive,,,
If you don’t believe me then call it a lie.

But watch ya back
an look in in my eye’s
No lie’s
No disguise
Cause when I was Born GOD covered his eye’s.


I was born an enemy of the state on a dead dark day
I reached for my mama
an she pulled away

The hood dysfunctional
An displaced I learned to
destroy whoever got in my way…

Then the system created an enemy state
An everyone that looked like me
got locked away..

Now it looks like I’m a bad
without a solution

with Holocaustic numbers
Of my people dying in institutions.

The most talented people they say are dead or in Jail
Guess thas what they said to Jesus before they slammed him
with nails..

Instead of play ground's
Prison's
where children of color
become men in women
…a misdemeanor becomes a felony Conviction.

Poor people were programmed to Fail
All we needed was white powder an a Digital Scale.

Next thing you know its 10 to 15 for a Drug sale!

They say we were a Detriment
then they created Syphilis
An used us as experiments..

Some say it’s fate
Some say Hate..
but shot 42 times I call a police state.

I wanted my kids to have better than I did
Kinda hard after a 10 year bid

You loose your so called rights
That this youth never found

The Revaluation wasn’t televised ..
it was a merry go round..

Now the youth walk with heads down
Staring at the ground
History lost
Identity never found
cause babies putting babies
in the cold ground.

Now nothing inspires them is a U.S. World
that’s the outcome of a hood boy an girl.

Thas how they livin in an out they home

Cause every time you duck down they killin they own…

STRUGGLE

Your struggle has never been my STRUGGLE
Never known Black pride Or Lived my Hustle
Your blood never spilled like wine.
to many places in Society to hide
In costumes You play roles But the ‘’Co’s in prison don’t let You wearYour own Clothes
who you know on the outside
Even with a Jar full of ass kissin an saved dollars from non profit coalitions
Inside commissary has more convictions

Your Struggle has never been my STRUGGLE YOU
Never known Black pride Or Lived my Hustle
saved 51 people at 9-1-1
How many you saved?one?..non...?
would you RUN?
Mexican Pizza Guy mugged ‘’
stop or I’ll pull my gun’
’you Pulled a gun to save a life.?
got stitches in Your head from The PO- LICE BOOT?
How many funerals you been to?
of Black men who’s last words heard were ‘’stop or I'll shoot‘’?

your struggle has never been my STRUGGLE
Never knew Black pride Or Lived my Hustle
I slept in Prison Camp’s with' Great' People
it wasn't you
I’m not a college Kid
you Dinosaurs Speak the past to
or flint your Ego’s on
were there no money in it
yall would be GONE.

I am The kid who was cold
In places you’ve never been
a Solitary cell Billy Holiday was sick an kicked Heroin in
where The F.A.L.N gave me a Blanket and Never spoke with a Reactionary gist
I am the kid who was Hungry and The B.L.A. Gave me there Last Piece of Fruit
an went without.

That’s where I Learned what The' struggle' was about.

as weak Weather People
afraid of a black storm
watched Black rain of pain through gilded windows
standing on Persian Rugs and Political Clout turned their backs and Locked me
Out
of housing ,
education
Corporate Jobs.
was no money in the Hood then to rob
So Progress stood still
silently staring at people who starved.

C.I.A. pressed the alarm and the Revolution went in Poor folk's arm
I’m The Kid who came up hard
The Kid Marvin Gaye Screamed What's Goin on!

atThat's How I Learned what the Struggle's about
From the blood running under the doorway of my own House

No….
your STRUGGLE Could never be my STRUGGLE
as Black men’s LIVES rot on Death Row
Imprisoned in stone your ancestor’s honed
Grab greedy African diamond blood flow
sellin profitable discount designer' ghetto Clothes'
No ….
Your Struggle will never be my STRUGGLE

Now your Heritage came back to The Urban Jungl
eafter the ‘’white flight’’
Black assassinations
apologies of reparations
Back with smiles of Gentrification.
No ….
Your Struggle has never been my STRUGGLE
That’s Part of how it began
Leaving out lie’s deception And In-fil-trat-ion.

You Dinosaurs that killed the Love the first time
The ones After
The Homes
The COKE
the Doctorate
the Divorces
Tummy tucks
an Family Rehab
Are takin a stab at it again!

Made HUEY P Take that First Hit on the Crack pipeAfter where he’d been.
I know the Script from Open to end

Celebrity’s jump in Limos
When The head crackin begins
It’ s ‘’The Peoples’’ pain
neighbors,
grandmas,
Friends

who are the Bloody stand in’s.
No.....
you could truly never be part of my STRUGGLE
Cause you just aint GOT MY BACK.

you aint GOT MY BACK

I AINT GOT YOURS
The Pain to Long
Time to short to speak of how it began
if I can’t call you friend

I can't call you sista.