yo the revolution is back one time
to drop another rhyme for my kind
the fresh stoney peeps at cannabis.com......

truth explodes within our minds
we're not the only ones
but its on us they capitalize
the realness of this evil
is felt within the people
left to die in harsh conditions
making the street look stable
to prisons they lead the line
families left to wonder
beg, plea for new life
to stop the growing hunger

on the inside nothing is heard
hustlas, bangers take the throne
welcoming the new playas
to their concrete warzone
guards look the other way
to fill their noses and watch tv
suspect in a warrantless crime
peace no longer a concern homie
its about survival this time
week two the inmate is ready
shank in shoe with steady conviction
they start beefin then a
slicing occurs, a peaceful man
turned deadly by his own system

on the outside all can see
the inequity handed to
conscious ones that blow trees
whatever is done about it
won't change the way things be
money and power run the day
apathy through commerce
play this nation like a game

stand strong my people
keep fighting for your freedom
never stop your own life
to comply with greed one time
burn the herbs that save you
fill the bowl to the brim
trichomes burst so you inhale
feel it turn on, exhale toxins
it's up to us to call on them
stand up as americans
who are not violent and have
natural rights to burn the fire
so blow clouds in their direction