Splinters

[Intro: James Baldwin 6/13/1968]
"I'll tell you this... You want me to make an act of faith, risking myself, my wife, my women, my sisters, my children, on some idealism which you assure me exists in America, which I have never seen. I don’t know what those white people in this country feel, but I can only include what they feel in the state of their institution. I don’t know if labor unions and their bosses hate me, but I know im not in their unions. I don’t know if the real estate lobbyists have anything against black people, but I know the real estate lobbyists keep me in the ghetto. I don’t know if the board of education hates black people, but I know the textbooks that they give my children to read and the schools we have to go to. Now, this is the evidence."

[Verse 1: Reef the Lost Cauze]
Yeah, this is for black babies in the band though
So black baby keep your hands low
Or keep 'em high where they can see 'em
And they still might shoot you, then reload the ammo
We in war zone, that's why we're dressed in camo
They poison the air and the water so we can't grow
Emotion and pain, that's something that we can't show
The effects of the trauma, that's something that you can't know
My grandmama had the dogs sicced on her
My momma went to school and they fucking spit on her
Her son's a black man, all they see's a nigga
'Cause of target on my back, biggest prize for the biggest buck
But ask me if I give a fuck, ask me if my seat, I'll ever give it up
My pride, my love, my dignity, got me coming back like Pac
Ready to rock, I'ma hit 'em up

[Verse 2: Kahlil Ali]
Yo, yo, no class is in session
It's the golden head, more child, the rest connection
It's the Holy Ghost, cobra head
Prince of the golden head, here for your protection
Call me young Sara, can't see my reflection
Perfection, but I just might let you hold light
Don't let me be misunderstood, I still hate your guts
Still give no fucks, still coast your luck, it's my duty
And mama may have posted up with a Uzi
Like white boys in high schools, yeah it ain't a movie
But the light's on, and this race born
And I'm way behind curtains 'til women mourn
Put the light by the window and keep it warm
Keep it on, you been warned

[Verse 3: Moor Mother]
Black love, and that's what they're after
For Allstars, that stars bark off
The heart of outlaws, I bounce off the moon
Loudmouth and in tune
With the sound hip hop's a Holy Spirit
We're worth more as I'm fearless
Guess it's the melatonin
And tell the devil I'm next to win
Let's wrestle up heaven
To energy freedom rebellion
The panther, supreme intelligent street dancer
Y'all can't handle the black
Write an exact, to the gods
To Uncle Iceman lighting a match
Mother dear, protect me from the heart
No praise, as love stays
Immaculate under the sun rays
Say if you don't live your life
They'll gon' live yours for you
Yourable in my blood, so you know I'm hardcore fool