Prepared To Die

Watch me flip and rip on the freedom tip

Open your mind, see the point of the ice pick

I stand tall, while my brothers still choose to crawl

Black power, it's in effect you all, but you don't understand

You're still a slave to the man, prepare for revolution

Some sucker say we're free,

I gotta disagree

Half my posse's in the penitentiary

So, I'm a drop and kick the science with defiance

Because, I have no alliance with suckas who choose

Not to act black, when they are black

Get out my face with that, you better ease back

Because Mandela did twenty seven hard ones

Not in a windowed room, but in a barred one

While his wife had tears in her eyes

The man is a hero, he needs a

Nobel prize

But that will never happen

So I'm gonna keep rappin', freein' my brothers' minds

From their entrapment

To silence the ice, they'll probably put a bullet in me

But I'm prepared to die and

Mandela's free