Lyrics
Movin'
forward
Move
ahead,
head
I
rock
fatigues,
but
I
don't
glorify
warfare
I
need
comfortabilities,
survival
wear
I
see
everyday
struggle,
word
to
Xzibit
Lift
build
muscle,
I
hustle
and
broaden
my
horizon
Stay
focused
to
the
point
of
the
chin
like
Tyson
Get
live
like
a
dunk
on
a
big
man
by
Allen
Iverson
Hold
up,
wait
a
minute,
pause,
check
the
stat
Word
to
James
Brown,
I
say
it
loud,
I'm
proud
to
be
Black
Whoever
said
that
knowledge
on
wax
is
played
out
Played
themselves,
they're
soon
to
fade
out
Way
out,
out
into
oblivion
They
come
a
dime
a
dozen,
artificial
like
silicon
While
I'm
low
like
James
Bond
and
a
bitch
on
the
lawn
Readin'
books
like
Wretched
of
the
Earth
by
Frantz
Fanon,
uh
So
if
you
live
a
lie,
may
the
truth
set
you
free
'Cause
soon
a
day
will
come
when
we
rise,
it's
all
prophecy
Without
knowledge
of
self
you
got
no
clue
so
I
must
(Run
through,
hard
for
you)
Cookin'
up
your
brain,
you
remain
blind
to
what's
brand
new
so
I
must
(Run
through,
hard
for
you)
Yeah,
without
knowledge
of
self
you
got
no
clue
so
I
must
(Run
through,
hard
for
you)
Cookin'
up
your
brain,
you
remain
blind
to
what's
brand
new
so
I
must
(Run
through,
hard
for
you)
See,
too
many
brothers
I
meet
wanna
be
buddies
Get
drunk
and
burn
skunk,
but
they
don't
wanna
study
Instead
when
they
talk
they
think
they're
heavy
like
lead
But
in
reality,
kids'
knowledge
base
be
like
a
thread
Minimal,
with
no
foundation
in
the
spiritual
Destroyin'
they
physical
becomes
a
lifelong
ritual
Now
don't
get
me
wrong,
ain't
nothin'
wrong
with
a
drink
But
what's
wrong
is
when
a
nigga
just
drink
and
don't
think
About
the
chains,
raped
of
language
and
names
Master
Johnson's
is
the
plantation
where
I
must've
slaved
In
the
former
life,
'cause
that's
my
last
name
I
love
my
pops,
but
still
bare
a
tag
of
shame
Maybe
you
can't
understand
the
strength
of
the
motherland
'Cause
you've
been
tricked
with
the
teachings
Developed
by
the
other
man,
brother
man
It's
never
too
late
to
set
your
mind
state
straight
Knowledge
is
key,
we
struggle
then
there's
victory
Without
knowledge
of
self
you
got
no
clue
so
I
must
(Run
through,
hard
for
you)
Cookin'
up
your
brain,
you
remain
blind
to
what's
brand
new
so
I
must
(Run
through,
hard
for
you)
Yeah,
without
knowledge
of
self
you
got
no
clue
so
I
must
(Run
through,
hard
for
you)
Cookin'
up
your
brain,
you
remain
blind
to
what's
brand
new
so
I
must
(Run
through,
hard
for
you)
Niggas
rhyme
about
guns
and
cheese,
tons
and
ki's
They
self-incriminate
on
tapes,
wax,
and
CDs
No
need
for
video
surveillance
'Cause
all
one-time
gotta
do
is
buy
your
tape
and
start
playin'
it
Unless
it's
all
made
up
type
fiction
Have
you
forgotten
that
young
minds
listen
and
duplicate?
Oh
you
that
brother
likes
to
glorify
jail
time
Instead
of
droppin'
gems
to
uplift
the
Black
youths'
mind
Now
who's
to
blame
when
the
Devil
controls
the
game
That
the
Black
people
play
for
this
entertainment
fame?
No
one
to
blame
but
ourselves
Instead
of
books,
now
we
love
to
be
crooks
and
glorify
hell
Don't
try
to
sell
me
that
bullshit
'Cause
with
knowledge
I
come
equipped
Too
much
pain
in
the
past
to
forget
About
the
lynchings,
the
ships,
the
leather
whips
Niggas
lie
for
loochie
nowadays
and
still
get
pimped
Without
knowledge
of
self
you
got
no
clue
so
I
must
(Run
through,
hard
for
you)
Cookin'
up
your
brain,
you
remain
blind
to
what's
brand
new
so
I
must
(Run
through,
hard
for
you)
Yeah,
without
knowledge
of
self
you
got
no
clue
so
I
must
(Run
through,
hard
for
you)
Cookin'
up
your
brain,
you
remain
blind
to
what's
brand
new
so
I
must
(Run
through,
hard
for
you)
Without
knowledge
of
self
you
got
no
clue
so
I
must
(Run
through,
hard
for
you)
Cookin'
up
your
brain,
you
remain
blind
to
what's
brand
new
so
I
must
(Run
through,
hard
for
you)
Yeah,
yeah,
yeah
I'm
lookin'
on
your
brain
I'm,
I'm,
I'm
lookin'
on
your,
your
brain
I'm
lookin'
on
your
brain
I'm,
I'm
lookin'
on
your
brain
I'm
lookin'
on
your
brain
I'm
lookin'
on
your
brain
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