[Intro: Young Apollo]

It seems

We dien to live

Living just to die

Corners on the block

Always occupied

We hear gunshots

Someone ask

We lie

We used to fight for our rights

We fight to survive

My god

I heard a shot in the dark

My god

They just took Huey's heart

Oh Allah

It seems they took Malcolm's Life

My God

Jesus Christ

Even MLK died

Dream shoota's

I call 'em dream shoota's

Pac died, biggie died huh

Pac died, Pac died for me to live huh

[Verse 1: Young Apollo]

Who am I

Just a young negro

Don Joven

More than just a yellow nigga

Tales of a lost winner

The mind of a lost sinner

Conscious seeking knowledge

So I had to

Read between the lines

I was told

Peace is for the birds

Cuzz our kids seem to go to graves

Faster than they can learn

We see minority lives

While they see drugs strive

In the neighborhoods

Where neighbor's wear hoods

Cuzz they want to hide

They said our future was cursed

And whats worse

They dig a whole first

But we rose

Like roses from the dirt

God gave us the light and love

And all they do is drag us in the mud

[Hook:]

Dream shoota

I call 'em dream shoota

Dream shoota

And on

One one one one one one one

We gone show 'em what we become

Come come come come become

What we become

[Verse 2: Young Apollo]

They tell me that its peace out here

Theres no reason to fight

But the only pieces I see

Are black and chrome

God told me to see the good up in the bad

But all I see is selfish people

Still fighting for they own

They still kill in the middle east

Bloody rivers

Bloody sand

They still kill the streets

Bloody concrete

Can't you see the same picture

Same demons

Same angles

Look up in the mirror

Realize what your face is

We all the same

And they still care what a race is

How can we change the world

If we can't change ourselves

How can we teach the youth

If we can't teach ourselves

It seems that they made you hate yourself

But I'm'a show you how to change

[Hook:]

[Verse 3: Young Apollo]

Where the change at

Weren't we doing better than that

Where is pac

Where my revolutionary acts

If I had that juice

Would they give a chance to listen

We all slaves now

Slaved by the system

(and they say)

Do blacks care for they own people

Kill each other over color

Now

That just make it easier

Took Fred

Took Trayvon

Took Mike and Sandra

For us to ask a question

But still not get an answer

Seems our modern day heroes

Now drowning in activist

Purple rivers

Purple rain

Purple longs

Purple stains

Perfect pills

Imperfect mind

Imperfect people

Imperfect times

Gods children

Gods children violent now

Can we change

Is there rules in place

To keep us stuck in our ways

Are we just victims

To things we did to maintain

How can we change

They mind state

Impact they lives way

Better than the shit

That I say

Tell me how can we grow

If they fingers

Won't ever allow us to

Tell me god why I gotta know pain

By seeing

But they can't see it too

Please

Wake me up

If its all a nightmare

Please

Or will it take a bullet

To see

Peace