Politically Refered

We have the feds aiming for the heads,
Of black kids throwing signs to the cops for what they did;....
To the homies, sparing all the solid foneys,
I hold my head down when I wave just so they dont know me;
I never cracked pitched but hip hopped,
And work harder than the kids in sweat shops;
Its child labor...wonder when your gonna meet your maker,
But if thats the case then tell me God who is my savior?
Holy Ghost..have a toast around a round table,
F the men around tables telling sound fables;
Dreams of a big scence on a screen or magazine,
Looking for a fein to sell my work too just so they can dream;
Its crazy...wasnt born in the eightys, but ninety babies know the most, when it comes to the toast;
Now its burned brown man laying still,
Over a Rolex..now u know that times are real;
F hate...love takes a toll on the soul,
Looking for a glamour life lusting for the black and gold;
Age old...rare breeze going one hundred degrees,
Never really winning..just maintaining the lead;
But take charge in what I commit,
I know the world will proably have a fit;
And now they are taking cencorship to internet,
F the government...yea I said it and dont give a SHIT!