Plantation Politics Video (MV)

Look around
Blunt wrappers and crushed fillings
Became a blunt rapper just to crush villains
Come to our village
Behold slavery's effects upon our children
Plantation Politics!
Gave us all rocks, but no scholarships
We pop poison Ciroc to build our sorrows in
Got hung over, save ourselves tomorrow then
Turnin' tricks, clutching dicks
Told me she modeling?
Quicksand, tryna free my soul
Waterboards can't break our spirit
They said "WISE, you was speaking too low"
Maybe y'all niggas just couldn't hear it!
Said "waddup" to death, I couldn't fear it
'Cuz that's the master plan
Copies of the new Blueprint?
I'm at the booth, cash in hand
Brooklyn: that's the home field
Bringing back that Attack of the Clones feel
My fam-lay sling rock and roll
No fronts when I'm talkin gold
Beast mode don't flinch
Talk slick, get pinched
See hawks stay watchin
The unwise get lynched!
I remain at peace
But it's a war outside, don't sleep
Bodies drop, blood stain my cleats
Hi-steppin' in the primetime
I'm tryna stay clean!
Put my head down and just go
Put the lead down and just flow
Then I hope you can understand
These conflicts of a man
These conflicts of a man
These conflicts of a man
No pops there to hold my hand
No pops there to hold my hand
No pops there to hold my hand
When I stumbled out the gates
Now I'm picking up the pace
And my vision's getting clearer
Promised land getting nearer
Get my Swiss up, then jet to Geneva
Feds intercepting receivers
Trap crackers
But I'm Cam Newton
The Black Panther
And all my War Eagles is young bastards
Based in the struggle
To my Africans starving
I got you
And I love you
I got you
I love you

One day I spoke with K-Dot
Other day built with Skateboard
Everyday build wit my Grandmoms
Said "you only get what you pay for"
I never listened, and I'm paying for it
So many costly mistakes
Ask Kobe how he lost that 8
Just a youngblood tryna find my way
Still broke but it's fine by me
All this strife just temporary
Gimme til about February
I need that rent and I'm grind'n hard
Behind these bars is a boy still scarred
But The Man took charge and demanded some heart:
"It's war time, strap them boots on yo feet!"
Whole hood smell like chitterlings
Gotta clean these guns up off the street!
And I'm off the beat 'cuz Plantation P is over
Bronx is burning, we got to leave
RIP Ramarley, we are you
And you are we
Still alive and I'm mostly free
Right on the frontlines, where I'm 'posed to be
No punchlines, no more jokes
Cleared my mind, no more smoke
You can't define this one of a kind
And I hate to rhyme but I gots to speak
I gots to be
I just got to be!
The man, the myth, the legacy
Spit recipes 'til the checks increase
And investments peak
I hope we see some brighter days
Playing in the streets, no right-of-way
Watch my brothers kill each other, tell me what the Bible say
These are the survival days
Choose your side and find your way
You can follow me to Zion
Knowledge is the vital key
Knowledge is the vital key
Knowledge is the vital key