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If we in hip-hop can't respect our own history and our own culture, how can we expect to NOT get walked on? We bled and died for this. The time for games is OVER.

There is a great deal of truth to the saying that any Black man or woman who isn't angry is crazy. I don't believe that anyone should be ungrateful for what they do have. There is no logical way, though, we can look around us and not be furious. Granted, we can't be running around like loose cannons all thugged out and ice grillin' the world and ready to set fire to the cities - that didn't work in the 1960's, 70's, 80's, or 90's. "A riot's a war that is fought rather poorly." We have to direct that anger to fixing what's in front of us. "I'm Angry" is just a reminder to people that we have deadly serious issues we are dealing with, and this is one MC and one Black man who isn't going to run from them.

Let me tell you something…
From sun up to sun down,
Kids wet up from gun rounds
Over ounces, with four pounds
Now no one goes downtown.
The city's deserted, and
The frailest are murdered.
Were so-called leaders alerted?
Black male obits ain't worded.
Urban cultural magic.
But our behavior's been tragic.
Police draw chalk graphics.
While we live through these hazards.
Can't run, we can't hide,
When we've bled out our pride.
And even our own
Have abandoned our side.
I'm angry.

While we looked for some teachers,
Shots rang from the bleachers.
As grieving mothers beseech us
Politicians are facetious.
While they lie through their teeth, just
Ignorin' our condition,
We're in a fragile position.
But I'm a self-reliant man,
So I come hard with the mission.
Though my path's full of battles,
Won't forget my time in your shadow,
And can't forget
You cared less
When we're slaughtered like cattle.
I'm angry.

While the rich forget their place,
And the poor get hit with mace,
As golden chains we embrace
We forgot the history of our race.
As crime is committed,
The handcuffs are fitted.
Constrict the blood to our brain
But the blood is acidic.
We hate our surroundings,
Frustrated, beat down, and
The thorns make our crown,
Now we're beat to the ground.
Yet we live out our fury,
Executioner and jury,
We judge ourselves insecurely
So the gat's pulled out early.
This madness is surely…
Beneath us, unworthy,
Our focus is blurry.
A riot's a war that is fought rather poorly.
We die by fire friendly,
To hell you can send me,
'Cause we wonder inside
If we haven't been in the
Lower circles of Dante.
Flames, demons, and bonds, they
Can't be unreal, just fully un-godly…
We don't have to look beyond, A-
-Nother corner away,
Another teen mother sprayed.
911 is delayed,
Aren't our taxes also paid?
But we're low on the ladder,
So we react a taste badder,
And you wonder why summers
See the street silence shattered.
We know we're alone,
And it hurts to the bone….
Haven't the last police trials
Revealed the truth to be shown?
We're angry.