Fist High ft. Sage, Reek & Malcolm Jakob Lyrics

My oh my, think we finally see the problem

The government officials that we pay with tax dollars

How is it democracy, when they abusing power?

And implementing systems to keep niggas at the bottom

Damn, in prison niggas legally slaves

When they get out can't even get a job for minimum wage

Still seven dollars and twenty five cents by the way

How the fuck they rehabilitate you ain't do a thing?

But I get it, follow shit that was written by slave owners

Yeah, I get it G, you ain't a rebel you just paying homage

Oh I get it, you can say it cause you got some black homies

Wait a minute, when they kill us got us marching by our lonely

But got a lot to say if we riot, go and figure

I do some digging I bet yo daddy a grand wizard

And covid still roaming and you pussies still bitter

Cause that orange nigga lost and now he can't use twitter

Keep your fist high, don't trip these days

We all going through it life a trip these days

It'll be alright smoking press' in the haze

Careful not to let the time pass these days

Keep your fist high, don't trip these days

We all going through it life a trip these days

It'll be alright smoking press' in the haze

Careful not to let the time pass these days

I need a stimmy Joe, you hear me Joe?

You got to let me get it tho

You tricking niggas just like the rest of em in them suits

Empty promises filled up to the neck they can't prove

How the money trickle down thru the lobbies for corporate means

What you mean it ain't enough to go around for the sum?

Turn the debt we got to miles it does some laps around the sun

Shine everyday around me but y'all still want my

Lil piece of the pie, my, slice of the getting good

Every time niggas be up the government fuck it up

Look at Martin, look at Malcolm, look at Fred

Vocalize coming together and now you get it

I'm sicking but still kicking in this bitch like Bruce

Cause if the earth go today at least I lived my truth

Along some real down niggas tryna live theirs too

Keep your fist high, don't trip these days

We all going through it life a trip these days

It'll be alright smoking press' in the haze

Careful not to let the time pass these days

Keep your fist high, don't trip these days

We all going through it life a trip these days

It'll be alright smoking press' in the haze

Careful not to let the time pass these days

I was told the revolution won't be televised

Saw it's getting posted on my twitter last year

Done with hope, need action

It's clear we near a separate time from the past

But as things change know they stay the same

As we keep going like a cheap shows set design

We turning parody apparently, in short

They gon' tell us, "hoop or rap", either way you stay in court

Gon' target you the hardest, that's regardless of your forts

I report live from where we grind until we cash burning

Where cells boom, slammers making sure they have service

Where even in the midst of crisis know the gats bursting

Racists making time in they schedules to kill a black person

The past burden me, but certainly we leading

The present gift the moment better own it 'for the evening

The futures in your hands plan for life that you conceive

The American Dream, but you asleep if you believe it