Prepared To Die

Watch me flip and rip on the freedom tip Open your mind, see the point of the ice pick I stand tall, while my brothers still choose to crawl Black power, it's in effect you all, but you don't understand You're still a slave to the man, prepare for revolution Some s*cker say we're free, I gotta disagree Half my posse's in the penitentiary So, I'm a drop and kick the science with defiance Because, I have no alliance with s*ckas who choose Not to act black, when they are black Get out my face with that, you better ease back Because Mandela did twenty seven hard ones Not in a windowed room, but in a barred one While his wife had tears in her eyes The man is a hero, he needs a Nobel prize But that will never happen So I'm gonna keep rappin', freein' my brothers' minds From their entrapment To silence the ice, they'll probably put a bullet in me But I'm prepared to die and Mandela's free