I was born a lover raised a fighter
Sworn in a saint turnt into a sinner
If I earn another stripe I be motherfucking tiger
Next kill for the loaf you fucking with a winner
Niggas going ham for a slice
Can’t knock the hustle working for their next meal wishing they could have a niggas life
Pigeons ain’t eating I’m just throwing them the heels flipping you the bird while I’m flipping niggas bills if I’m whipping in the whip sit bitch nigga chill
couldn’t tell the petal from the motherfucking wheel niggas on my dick thinking that they on my heels
Image never tarnish stainless like steel
print the face real big cause I’m still the emblem
if they start I’ma end them
No say no referendum

Malcolm was a failure more fame than lethal feeble shot by his own people poignant the needle that feeds his blood violent loops last hoop he will leap through but its strong To be militant like it’s smart to be ignorant to sell all this nigga shit cause they only buying nigga shit
God damn supply and demand
they demand I supply though surprised that I am
I didn’t take a stand money over matter matter fact over fam
I know that through experience
ain’t that right triple x you feeling this

I was born three seeds in my palm
Papa don’t preach black quiet storm
speak with his first we recite his psalms
raised a fighter though I had my qualms
Gave two to the body another two to the jaw
his little lip bleeding but my heart got scarred
pull the fire alarm
adolescent immolation I protest these laws
born a lover full lips soft hands
old head said it went against my brand
Brand new stance iron fisted jab
gift that gab and I Whoop that ass
people don’t change they just do new task
another tool in the box another trip to the shed
men make men made men like pawns
til we follow Islam to the Bokoharam
In all empathy I sing with sympathy
Simply not we spot our true enemy
But we are who we company
if it’s health then we healthy
If its wealth Then we wealthy
if it’s filth then we filthy
without saying if it’s guilt then we guilty
I was born a lover raised a fighter
papa said that’s how you raise a real nigga
and he should know he should know
dead or in jail nigga
I’m a look who still here nigga
hell yeah hell yeah yeah
look who still here nigga
Look who still here nigga
man man ain’t here no more man
man man ain’t here

And it’s hard on my psyche
He suppose to be just like me
or me just like him
he suppose to be my best friend
Made excuses for him said it was society
Thug charm man had the whitest teeth
even in our music even in the TV
even in the news gave it to him easy
but they hard on a nigga like me man
they hard on a nigga like me
They hard on a nigga like me man
Ain’t never seen a nigga like me
They want me to be one of them
But I ain’t one of them I ain’t even one of them
I start drifting when I think of him
feel a cold wind when I think of him
I drift so far from shore
don’t they know niggas can’t swim

Now Martin waiting on his Harvest
Debating if the state going be coarse or modest
Fought as a pacifist accomplished
more than all them Harlem niggas
pen his accomplice fresh out of jail
suit still pressed the sharpest
look who the law for we going break laws regardless outlaw nigga from the south
boys talking down got them diamonds in my mouth every farmer when they plant their seed
dreams of sweet fruit with the greenest leaves
from the strong branch of the tallest tree
but never promised to taste whats reaped
Both Portraits hanging over the couch
Martin on the left Malcom on the right
as if still debate still choice in route
Some might understand what I’m taking about

born a lover raised a fighter
drawn to the air thrown to fire
They say it’s only one heir to the highest
If I told you that I cared I’m a motherfucking liar
No shares no compliance
Every action got its opposite
know your fucking science
learned about David from Goliath
Now my whole hood know how to defeat the giants