[Intro]

Even the black folk who got big money, they still fraid-afraid

They still scared. So they become well adjusted to in-injustice

So they walk around almost like peacocks

Look at me, look at me, my achievements and so forth

And you can hear Curtis Mayfield saying

"Peacocks strut because they can't fly."

Nobody wanna be an eagle. Why? Cause they shoot eagles

[Rhymefest talking]

Behold, the cry of the ghetto is coming for them

And I have seen the oppression and heard their cries

Thus the voice came to me and said, "I am, who I am."

And I have sinned to set my people free

[Verse One]

What's the closest you ever been to death?

You ever let your soul levitate over your body to watch you rest?

Or put a gun to your head so you can play Roullette?

Or take a whole bottle of pills till you felt no stress?

What's the closest you ever been to life?

You ever got a felony charge because the whole jury is white?

Or seen a child, born on crack, cry through the night?

The only bottle that he want is the pipe

Man, what's the closest you ever been to being rich, Aspen ski trips?

This is the Mafia, how many chicks you want Three 6?

Bottles floatin' around the club, the club is sea sick

You feelin' like the pharaohs in Egypt

Feelin' like men

Feelin' like Ken

Feelin' like the Hurricane Katrina shit will never ever happen again

Feelin' like you travelin' home

[Rhymefest talking]

Let's all turn to Exodus. 5-1

[Verse Two]

What's the closest you ever been to your family?

Your pops locked up, your mama beat you, now you live with your granny

Your streets are closer to you then your uncle or auntie

Fuck school, it's time for plan B

You know what that is

Holdin' the heat

Lettin' it squirt

Puttin' in work

Tryin' to find a Heaven on Earth

I pray to God and the Devil in church

I'mma worship whoever help me first

Folks

What's you know 'bout trust?

You ever got locked up and had the prosecutor say, "You in luck

Tell us, who gave you the dope? Who gave you the pistol

Who told you to shoot it?"

Think smart, and your sentence is cut

Yeah, that's the same shit that set Fred Hampton up

And that's the reason them crackers got the clamps in us

Sell dope little nigga, rap, dance for us

I saw the cops beat a shorty when his hands was cuffed

Ohh

What you know 'bout honor?

What you know 'bout fear?

What you know 'bout the power of the subconscious mind and that's why I'm here

I'm a mountain man

You can't move me

Calm or cool me

I keep a tool right where the jewels be

And keep my money right were the Jews be

I keep the pen next to the loose leaf

With the Koran next to uzi

Ohhh

What's the closest you ever been to revenge?

What's the closest you ever been to your friends?

Nigga what's the closest you ever been to bein' broke, gettin' evicted again?

Charlie, what's the closest you been to sin?

Man, what's the closest you been to havin' a chain flooded with ice?

This is Vegas so bet your life

And if, and if

You never been through none of this in your life

What's the closest you ever been to Christ?