Raise Your Weapons Lyrics - Singles - Stalley

1: Stalley] 

They sayin' I'm the last of a dyin' breed 

And this generation is in a dire need of a voice like me 

Someone to embody the glory, I guess that's me 

Someone to tell the story of the people like me 

Those who came from nothin' and fought like me 

They said that I'd be nothin', I'd be dead by 23 

The pastor said becase I'm Muslim I'll burn eternally 

And my sheik said because of my tattoos, Heaven I'll never see 

So I'm out in the open, all alone, searchin' for some peace 

Mentally I feel enslaved by this weak economy 

So I'm thinkin' 'bout buyin' a piece and robbin' everyone in front of me 

But the funny thing is, we all feel it 

I'm just speakin' of pain that we all live with 

But we God's children, civilians of the ghetto 

But cry so loud, I'd be damned if they throw this echo 

They tellin' me to let go, ask me why am I upset for? 

Yeah, I'm upset, yo 

Cause you won't except the people that I rep for 

The kids with broken hearts and torn souls that find it hard to let go 

Confusin' them with your religions 

And lyin' politicians, throwin' us in you prisons 

Makin' us welfare recipients with no hope, so why hope? 

You bastards listen before it's a nation of millions I provoke 

And we show up at your front door 

Weapons raised, no questions, man 

You knowin' what we come for 

Respect of the utmost 

Rippin' my heart was so easy, so easy 

Launch your assault now, take it easy 

Raise your weapon 

Raise your weapon 

One word and it's over 

Raise your weapon 

Raise your weapon 

Raise your weapon 

Raise your weapon 

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Non, non, nonviolent what they tellin' me 

But a killer is what closin' me, no mercy for they punk ass 

They threw too many shots, not to bust back 

I came too far to go back 

All these words I done spat 

The coallition [?] you been warned that it's combat 

So black gloves, black mack, I'm strapped up like Cojack 

Niggas better run like Bo Jack 

I'm blitzin' with these raiders 

All these haters better Code Red 

You punks better run inside 

Cause these dogs that ride noses're red 

And they so fed up with all this corny fake shit 

They want real, and they so trill 

And they throw steal and they don't feel 

Sympathy toward your judgement 

You can call the law or call the gods 

But they still not budgin', so we thugin' until they brung in 

Standin' here 'til the sun dim and it's back up 

Lexus, got 'em raised up 

No power 'til we was raised tough 

And we all together, so get raised up or get rolled on 

Got crips, bloods, and them Stones on 

This revolution is so strong, and this war we ain't start alone 

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