Marcolen Hayes - Liberation lyrics

15 years old with the
Hammer under the mailbox
Niggas talking crazy like we ain't been
To war they shell shocked
You ain't never looked down the
Barrel of the nine millimeter
Was running shit before puberty hit have
You come up out them sneakers
Never once had a mentor just
A couple of teachers
Like mlk is running rant and I
Know yal selling that diesel
Tell your set stop have meeting s
In school yal niggas need Jesus
Fast forward to after school the feens
Would do anything to please us
But I ain't taking 975 nigga you
Owe me from last weekend
Sipping henny out the bottle got
Me feeling a little decent
Yea TGT them fucking riders cause we
Observe and we peep shit
My nigga chachi flagging down hoes
Even if they was teasing
My nigga renegade rolling up got
A nigga lifted and steaming
While trying to fuck my enemies sister
She the reason we beefing
Plus the beef is extra hot in the
Summer it comes with the seasons
So when the winter time come out
There's more funerals then heathens

Got to make it to heaven
Man we going through hell
Got to keep this shit moving
This the story I tell
Cause we products of our environment
We destined to fail
Want to lock this mind state away where
There's no such thing as bail

Fast forward to 07 riding down seven one
Bumping freestyles while we wasted I
Keep misplacing my gun
Relocated all the way down south
Where the mentality begun
Chillin on the back block where
Pussy niggas wouldn't come
We was giving more ass whoopings out just
As fast as they would run
But I remember the first day
Mr brown put us on
Me and my brother cuba was like dam
Now we can set it stone
Put 71 back on the map from
This generation that did wrong
Each member of my click was
Steady holding it down
My brother Geezy had all the hoes here
Back to over town
So we was throwing party's every weekend
Nigga fuck how it sound
But rest in peace young nigga Gus he
Got killed by the other side
I remember when I got the call and I
Had to look in his mothers eyes
We was riding for a 1000 nights
Itching just for a homicide
Everyday on enemy turf wishing these
Niggas would come outside
Every man has his own destiny
Which he can rectify

Got to make it to heaven
Man we going through hell
Got to keep this shit moving
This the story I tell, cause we products
Of our environment we destined to fail
Want to lock this mind state away where
There's no such thing as bail