We as a people are individuals. Society has a way to lump us together. . .

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I get tired of society saying you're this or that because your black, because you fat, because your short, because your who YOU are. Is that not ok anymore?

Lyrics by Sipho for Naturally Dope Productions

Verse One:
You can't see the light until the crack of thunder
will the righteousness of men arise or succumb to
Evilness that lies destroys as it hunts the
feeble and the blind I duck and I hunch cuz
You stick and you move or like mines you get shafted
haters everywhere in their mold just like plastic
I grit my f***in teeth and I roar like Jurassic
I'm sick to my gut and I'm hot like a match lit
Is everybody homeless just a bum or crazy
and every single n*** makes a bunch of baby's
Does everybody white have an ass with no back
and every single Latin keep a shank in their back
Pocket all this ammo in a ball of hatred
forget that we each have individual cases
The basis for this hate is ornate and basic
cuz we people not a stencil cant repeat and trace it

Hook: X2
Repeat and trace it repeat and trace it
and you wonder why the world is so deplete of changes
There is no way I can even fake it
cuz we people not a stencil can't repeat and trace it

Verse Two:
I was never gonna rob you your a rostaphobic
the assumptions that you make keep you claustrophobic
Your trapped by the visions that you keep in storage
your minds kinda fat that sh*** needs aerobic (work it out)
Atrocious the crimes against men
based on the origins and color of skin
And women have also played the back roll
so I smash stereo types like the natural
Cuz I know in my soul there are solutions
bold are the strokes my minds producin
Behold three crows now I'm clear for lift off
3,2,1 contact and its raw
Religion equals war it's so confusin
just killin mutha f***as with a bomb is no sin
The basis for this hate is ornate and basic
cuz we people not a stencil cant repeat and trace it.

Hook: X2
Repeat and trace it repeat and trace it
and you wonder why the world is so deplete of changes
There is no way I can even fake it
cuz we people not a stencil can't repeat and trace it

Verse Three:
Imagine bein so broke the your pains of hunger
make you wanna rob and steal I often wonder
If the wealthy traded places with the poor would they know
hope could the cope with the strain it ain't no
Joke so I poke at you blokes and lame ho's
to tote what is spoke and is wrote you must note
These finger prints are mine gotta follow your own path
cancel out the negative like Moses with his staff
The meek ultimately will inherit the earth