Saigon, ​stic.man - Blown Away Pt.2 lyrics

Saigon, sticman, dead prezidents
Blown away, could be any one of us

I pour some water on the ground
For the soldiers that's fallen
Those who paid the ultimate price
When they answer they callin
To all the martyrs that we lost
As a people in common
You got blown away but you didn't go in vain
True examples of change on the
Frontline of the battle
Brothers like Bunchy Carter
Stood up and rolled when it mattered
Wasn't a hidden agenda
Wasn't Maulana Karenga
He got blown away, still unknown today
John Lennon and Gandhi
Both were proponents of peace
Spiritual message they taught
Millions of people they reached
Suited devils amongst plotted the
Dark and the light
Both got blown away so bearin
This Glock is my right
Is there a message encoded deep
In the violent display?
Renderin people afraid
Keepin the movement at bay
COINTELPRO is alive still to
Discourage the rise leaders get blown away
The media covers our eyes
Modern day genocide
What hope is there for tomorrow?
Whether it's vertical or the
Violence is horizontal
I lost too many cousins but was
It the bullets that took you?
Or was it the, situations society put you?
Though I rally for peace
Still I carry my piece
I keep it free of debris
I keep it oiled and greased
They say it's freedom of speech but
Just watch what you say
Before your face on a shirt
Like "He got blown away" (uh)

I knew a rapper that just rhymed
Of his dope and his grind
But heard a dead prez record
That opened his mind
You know what happened the
Second he pressed play? (what?)
He got blown awayyyyyyy (yeah)
This other kid had never listened
To S to the A (nah)
So yesterday I gave him a
Couple records to play (yeah)
He heard "Clap" and the shit
That I did with Trey he got blown awayyyyyyy

(Go 'head) I pour some Henny on
The floor for every young boy
Murdered in Baltimore, Watts to Little Rock
Arkansas
Philadelphia, DC to Chi Town (Chi Town)
And every other ghetto where
Niggas get shot down the drama's pitiful
Little niggas is homicidical
We ignore the fact that all
The crime is political
When somebody's blown away
Somebody's gone away
Prison population inflatin
The shit grow e'ry day it's usually us
That's occupyin the Riker's bus
It's more than us fightin just
This shit is a crisis cuz
350 million guns in United States
Y'all callin my music conscious
I'm callin it wide awake
The ghettos that I escape
A lot of others succumb
It's hard when your pops a crackhead
And your mother's a bum
And you discovered the slums is not
A place you should stay
But the only way to leave there is
For you to get blown away

I knew a rapper that just rhymed
Of his dope and his grind
But heard a dead prez record
That opened his mind
You know what happened the
Second he pressed play? (what?)
He got blown awayyyyyyy (yeah)
This other kid had never listened
To S to the A (nah)
So yesterday I gave him a
Couple records to play (yeah)
He heard "Clap" and the shit
That I did with Trey he got blown awayyyyyyy