From the album Louder Than Fiction

Lyrics

Just 1 Question

Who’s the thug with the most guns, bust on anyone for income?
What’s the name of his crew? Much has changed since his coup,
Now the choice is to be down or roll against him.
Where they gonna land next?
If the plan is for freedom, there’s no reasoning for torture and death?
When the people gonna ask some questions?
Accepting deception, knowing that they mask intentions,
Why are we standing so still?
Children dying everyday because this man is so ill,
(Can you tell me) How being black, brown, or broke is a crime?
Who’s the thug with the most guns, bust on anyone for income?
What’s the best way to win an election?
Rig the whole thing from the beginning with your kin in charge of inspections,
Where in the world is it legal
that by your past or your cast you’re not considered as people?
Since when is causing innocent death not a crime?
Tell me one more time,
Cuz I’ve got just one question,
Hey, there’s something I need to know…

Who pays for the killing?
Sacrificing education of American children,
What’s bigger business where we’re living?
Is it industries of prisons,
or wars where they destroying and rebuilding?
Where are the poor people gonna go?
From Palestine to Puerto Rico, the world’s a ghetto,
And when are folks gonna see the connections?
Why some don’t want to accept it when you’re asking the questions?
Like, who’s connected, who’s protected?
What weapons?
When’s my brethrens getting up out the desert?
They’ve been there since 911,
Why I took a second now to put this down in my rhyme?
Who pays for the killing?
Sacrificing so many lives of all of the Most High’s children,
What’s to gain but the pain, oil, and bloodstains and world reign?
Where are the names of all of the victims?
When are we gonna see we can’t win an invasion that was never meant to end, huh?
And why do the one percent, like friends of the president,
make a profit off of catastrophic terrorist events, why?
Tell me one more time…

Who’ll be the last man standing, the one who walks with God or who held a cannon?
Who’s people are with power?
Now, it’s the hour of change,
Like a slave breaking his chains that rusted away from the rain,
What are we gonna do to survive?
Keep our stride up through the lies and keep the fam all tight,
Where are gonna go when all the bombs blow?
Before your granny and your momma got that neon glow, yo,
Keep your head above the rubble and think outside of the bubble,
Stay humble in this struggle,
Concrete is gonna crumble,
Nothing left up in this jungle,
But your precious spirit is one of a kind,
I’m spittin my written lines in the gift of rhyme,
With the scriptures sent to uplift the mind,
I’m only trying to be above the average emcee,
Speak for people like Albizu and Garvey,
I’m just like y’all, daily habits and all,
Just picking myself up from the fall, like it’s the final call,
I’m just expanding my mind,
I’m spittin my written lines in the gift of rhyme,
With the scriptures sent to uplift the mind,
I’m only trying to be above the average emcee,
Speak for people like Albizu and Garvey,
I’m just like y’all, daily habits and all,
Just picking myself up from the fall, like it’s the final call,
I’m just expanding my mind,
Tell me one more time…