Lyrics My People - M Preskitt

Yeah. Ayo. Listen. This one's not on some gangsta shit or some softy artistic shit. This ain't on some singing shit. This ain't on some messing around shit. And most importantly this ain't on some bullshit. This ain't even on no M Preskitt shit. This is Mathew J Leal shit that I'm telling you and it's real my brothers, from my motherfucking soul motherfucker! That my people are fucking dying. Every day in this world, physically and mentally. Unjustly. Black people. Brown people. Gay people, straight people. A lot of motherfuckers. And most of all the poor people. So this ones for us. And I ain't telling you I'm gonna solve it. Nah fuck that. But I sure as hell am gonna rap about it. Yo...

I only ever spit is the truth
And I never lie
I may never become rich
But I'll never die
I'll be forever alive in the eyes
Of anyone who ever cried
While listening to me rhyme
And everyone who despised
Disguised as friends they'd ride
But I'd rather have alive the the
People who died
Believing the lies
The government spits
Them bitches never provide
You think you so fucking clever
You never gave a shit about
Anybody of color
Till your business endeavors
Led you to bother with the
Brothers that be living in the
Building you tryna demolish
Man you thinking slaveries over?
But it's awake
Like a sleepover
You some rich ass pricks and
You know you get a boner
Whenever you pick your
Phone up
And see a bum just got shot
For some shit that he stole
From the shop on the corner
To feed his kids
Living in the box on the corner
And the homies with the
Fucking boombox on the corner
And the fucking single mothers
In they socks on the corner
Cuz she don't got no job
And she don't got no car
So she can't feed em much and
She can't take em far
I ain't looking for stardom
I ain't tryna be hard
I'm just tryna help
People who
Going through hard times
Cuz I remember the times
When my car just wouldn't start
And looking at it now
We all up in the dark
And...

My People ain't free
Not yet!
My People ain't free
Got that!?
You hate it when we
Rock this!
Oh you'll love it when we
Pop back!
My People ain't free
Fuck you!
You think we can't see
Fuck you!
My People ain't free
Fuck that!
My People gon be
Trust that!
My People ain't free
Not yet!
My People ain't free
Got that!?
You hate it when we
Rock this!
Oh you'll love it when we
Pop back!
My People ain't free
Fuck you!
You think we can't see
Fuck you!
My People ain't free
Fuck that!
My People gon be
Trust that!

Yo god forbid
I ever want for
Someone else's family
What I want for mine
I rhyme until the day you
Get what I get
What is mine is mine
But what is mine
Is piece of mind
That we survive
Yes we alive
But fuck that
I be tryna thrive
Cuz I know that I been tight
And I been hype
It's a fucking bloodbath
When I rip mics
From my fucking nutsack
To my windpipe
And I'm inclined to believe
That slavery's alive and well
Ah hell it never went away
Mama telling you to work
Until you make it to a better day
And when you get it
Then you got it
Never regret it and
Never let it get away
Make sure you getting pay
Cuz the one thing in the world
That erases everything
That anyone could say
What could make em all holler
The great equalizer
The American dollar
Without it
They gon judge you by
Everything they can
Like the color of your skin
Or the color of your baby
Or the color of the lady
That you made the baby with
Everybody gon judge
Getting paybacks hard
When you gotta pay back
All yo money to somebody
Got one buck left
Better save that
Cuz the fuckers at the top
Lying right to ya face
I mean everything we eat
Do we really know what's in it?
And everything we wear
Do we really know who knit it?
See the cops kill a kid and
You thinking homie
You gotta be kidding
Till you see his skin color
You know why they did it
And you know why they killing
And you know why they spilling
All this blood in the street
Like a super villain
Homie it's not appealing
Cuz the money flowing
Money going places
I ain't got it but it's growing
No it's folding, falling
Running, calling,
But the one thing that it ain't is Holding still cuz I be balling
All my people in the hood
In shitty schools
Thinking that it's cool to
Get a gat and go to bat for bangers
That's the only fucking opportunity They fucking have
When homies
Getting shot for nothing
White and black and
Red and yellow,
Every other fucking fellow
Just a slave to something
Never gonna make it
Up to twenty one
So everyone is drinking
When they old enough to
Hold some liquor
And killing just as soon as
They be old enough to hold a gun
And learning how to run
From the cops the very minute
They learn to run
Well
Ain't no
Freedom till we all free
Cuz ain't no motherfucking sight
Till we all see!
Cuz brother we needing
More than weed and lean
And families from the burbs
Seeing us up on the tv
Saying we give em the
Heebe-deebee-jeebees
Its like the rain won't stop
And the pain don't stop
If you ain't gon stop
Then this thang gon pop cuz...

My People ain't free
Not yet!
My People ain't free
Got that!?
You hate it when we
Rock this!
Oh you'll love it when we
Pop back!
My People ain't free
Fuck you!
You think we can't see
Fuck you!
My People ain't free
Fuck that!
My People gon be
Trust that!
My People ain't free
Not yet!
My People ain't free
Got that!?
You hate it when we
Rock this!
Oh you'll love it when we
Pop back!
My People ain't free
Fuck you!
You think we can't see
Fuck you!
My People ain't free
Fuck that!
My People gon be
Trust that!