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No revolutionary gets old

Or so I'm told

You're left full of bullet-holes

When you tell the people go free

Oh, it's a matter of days before they try to take me

I heard gunshots rang

His bullet got my name

I ain't see him take aim

I dreamt this day came

'Cause I stood in the face of damnation

Satan, spat at him, flat out disgraced him

He want my blood; why me?

Why not the fake ones who deserve death, man

F**k it, I'll take one

Can stop me but can't stop a whole nation

Of millions who feel you deceived them

They believing reparation makes it even

So I'm deadly now because of one reason

They listening

In Budapest, Japan, China, and Switzerland

We getting it in, son

Another bullet passed by--missed me

Wondering who plotting to get me

Alphabet boys still plotting against me

To hush me up and stuff me in the pockets of history

You won't remember why they came to clip me

When time go by, you'll soon forget me

They say he was the king of bling, jewels, and Bentley's

Then they use one of my lines just to prove I'm guilty

Don't let them kill me

Some revolutionaries do live long

Am I one of them? Guess we'll know in due time

Everybody has rights, can I use mine?

Can I rock shine? Can I have a girl that's too fine?

Got a swell life, tell me, will I lose mine?

Every time I turn around somebody new dying

Let's start living

Ala carte escargot, Escobar, invest my millions

Mansion for the wife, the rest for the children

Knowing that they coming any time, but until then

I'm at large until they shoot me

Million dollar stones and my camouflage Gucci

Giving you this crack like Pookie

To question the system

Be the resistance

No matter what color you are

Everybody ni**a's

You can stand by and watch

Or you can march on with us