Jay Dahm - Sojourner Truth Lyrics

They yellin white power, we sellin white powder
Enough K's to start guerrilla wars right now
They told me calm down, they say I'm too extreme
I think yall too calm, we aint got shit but dreams
Stare at the same shit and we might see two different things
I'm seein cain, flips, indictments you just seein fiends
I'm seein chains, whips and prices on our kings & queens
Now yall think chains, whips and diamonds equal everything
I bought the streets a wedding ring but she f*ck everybody
It feel good but on the Hood she f*cked errybody
You still wanna hit it, anybody can get it
Nobody live forever, what if bodies is prisons
The flesh of my flesh, blood of my blood
Until my last breath, it's GBL what
If you don't know shut the f*ck up and listen
We caught em cookin so we stuck up the kitchen
Bitch

I'm a street nigga, but I hate the streets
I want a statue by Sojourner Truth when I'm deceased
I'm so Battle Creek, I'm so Mid-West
I'm so numb now, I seen too much death
I'm a street nigga, but I hate the streets
I want a statue by Sojourner Truth when I'm deceased
I'm so Battle Creek, I'm so Mid-West
I'm so numb now, I seen too much death

Generation after generation
Court cases after cases, caskets wit young faces
Trade places wit us, take this hate that's wit us
See how they crossed my heart, and made me hate my niggas
They don't love us they just faking wit us
Four people died in Boston, Detroit had over 400 killings
That's in one year, 2012 stats
The devil's hand print like this where he fell at
Michigan
Don't no innocence exist where it's hell at
I rose from the dead, write it down and tell that
Y'all telling everything else
They probably wont believe, what I done seen but shit
Everything help
My soul caught on fire by itself
Like God dropped his son off, we break bread while candles melt
Visual
They murdered messiahs, converted to violence
Try to help these niggas, and get murdered behind it

I'm a street nigga, but I hate the streets
I want a statue by Sojourner Truth when I'm deceased
I'm so Battle Creek, I'm so Mid-West
I'm so numb now, I seen too much death
I'm a street nigga, but I hate the streets
I want a statue by Sojourner Truth when I'm deceased
I'm so Battle Creek, I'm so Mid-West
I'm so numb now, I seen too much death

Post Traumatic Stress, I seen it all happen
My Hood beefin wit itself, shit is all backwards
Half these bitches play wit death and life is all ratchet
Most these niggas out for self Homie, they all actin
Round of applause I should stand up and start clappin
This city small we know the truth, f*ck is yall rappin
Let's be real yall aint all stackin
But if you act like you got it before you get it, then you crawl backwards
Plus these rats watchin, you better watch yo words
And these cats plottin, you better watch yo birds
These niggas back robbin, the prices back up
The savage taught survival, the righteous backed up
Why

I'm a street nigga, but I hate the streets
I want a statue by Sojourner Truth when I'm deceased
I'm so Battle Creek, I'm so Mid-West
I'm so numb now, I seen too much death
I'm a street nigga, but I hate the streets
I want a statue by Sojourner Truth when I'm deceased
I'm so Battle Creek, I'm so Mid-West
I'm so numb now, I seen too much death