Right On from Monday/Friday by Monday/Friday

verse 1:

I must be black Jesus how I'm followed by 12, I reply bye when they ask what I sell,
CDs in my trunk, and the pump is as well, but don't trip cuz, I ain't even load it up with the shells,
See we're citizens, within industry, who think politically, businessmen against the tyranny,
We get the Benjamin's and shoot for venison, ya know, bucks or doe,
It's all deer to me,
Everything isn't what it appears to be,
but I believe in me more than any conspiracy,
That put that fear in me,
And then said,'here, you're free,'
I see it clearly, struggle don't disappear, but neither do we, we still here so right on

2nd verse:

We all corralled in Is Azazzel's lasso
Lasses after my seed like Monsanto,
Don't know if I'm supposed to raise a man in this land though, a daughter's even harder where's a border I can go
Public enemies Chuck D out Bandos
Tax dollars turned Gomer Pyles to Rambos, hunting for sambos
With High power ammo,
Their only answer for you is to pull up your pants though
You'll blame the victim till they've judged you that way
If you have to say something, have something to say,
I try getting my point across in the humblest way but
Kick rocks if you shook, if you're comfortable, stay
And I'll be Glad you pressed the button to play, so right on

• Atlanta