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Inktober 18- Dead Prez

Dead Prez. Here are lyrics from two songs, one verse from M-1 and one from Stic Man.
“The cops stop you just cause you black THAT’S WAR
run your prints through the system THAT’S WAR
when they call my hood a drug zone THAT’S WAR
slum lords charge me for the rent THAT’S WAR
why they so rich and we poor THAT’S WAR
if you young and black you sell crack THAT’S WAR
the White House is the rock house THAT’S WAR
George Bush coming out his mouth THAT’S
WAR chillen on the corner with your gang THAT’S WAR
popo do the same damn thing THAT SWAR
when they murdered Amado Dialo THAT’S WAR
marching through the streets is a strategy of WAR
knowing self defense is a strategy of WAR
soldiers try to link with other soldiers THAT’S WAR
Revolutionaries gotta know the art of WAR
What about hip hop use that fuck a rap battle what about a gat battle lets
take it to the beast and see which cat tattle
Is it ‘Kiss vs. Beans or P vs. Hov’
What about the real niggaz vs. the 5-0
This is M-1, DP, don’t you forget
Cause you can talk talk talk but it don’t mean shit
I ain’t gotta pop your top to see where your brains went
This rap shit is bigger then entertainment
It’s the people vs. the pigs when it all boils down
It ain’t ‘Pac vs. Big it;s whos getting the power
And power ain’t money dog its self determination
Like taking Hot and making this the real People’s Station
THAT’S WAR” –M1 “That’s War” a play on Black Rob’s song “That’s Whoa”

“You’re my brother and I love you and I wrote this for ya
If I could change anything, it’s what that dope did to ya
Coming up, I looked up to being just like you

                       Same crease in my khakis tried to dress like you
You getting swole lifting weights, stocking caps with waves
I’m trying to see the world how you see it, wearing you shades
You and pops never really got along, who was right or wrong
15 years old kicked out all alone in this cold world
And I can only imagine what you was going throughCause I was so young when it happened
Mama cried like a baby that dayShe never blamed you, it was painful
Cause she knew the streets was waiting to claim you
Over time, we could see the hardness in your face
Wanted to help, but couldn’t find the words to say
I guess I went into denial hoping for the very best
Stopped believing in they God cause what God would allow this?
Not in my wildest nightmares, nothing compares
To see my brother be a crack fiend for all these years
Tried to send you inspiration when you was locked in the pen
But soon as you came home you right back on that shit again
And mama say she don’t feel safe with you home
She got to hide money and lock her room door when she gone
We still love you but until you find strength in yourself
And the will power to open up and accept our help
What can we do? I can’t let you terrorize mom dukes
We feeling like we just gone have to turn you loose
They say in war there’s no victory without causalities
But when it hits your family that’s when you really see ” 
Stic Man on “Window to my Soul

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