I knew you wasn’t ready for the Revolution When I saw you standing there Smoking your Newport cigarette Black n Mild Blunt packed It didn’t even matter that It was the New Pimp that was tricking you Your fellow neighbor hoods Praising malt liquor gods of King Cobras Charging Bulls A Wild Irish Rose which I suppose You wouldn’t claim to know you had Some Irish in you From society trying to do you from the black Put a monkey on your back Your eyes wide from smoking crack Still you can’t see Dope keeps you from getting ready for the Revolution Weed is a plant that strangles The roots of growing trees A blooming garden called family it leaves it dead- Chronically, continual death ongoing...... “Man, I’m going to be smokin’ chronic ‘til the day I die...! It’ll be sooner than you think, if you’re getting high I see why you ain’t ready for the Revolution..... A wrap to you is a hairdo Subliminal messages of hate Disguising itself as lyrics, music,on a hip hop tape Rewind and then ask yourself how fine you are with Permission then to call yourself Nigg-AH Which is far different from a Nigg-ER? Because the ER is gone and ain’t no emergency Just a “Ay ***** Ay”..... I see why you ain’t ready for the Revolution..... Don’t nobody know all your business except Section 8 Or the local County welfare office- They the only people you do business with With either your hand or your baby on your hip “Don’t be telling all my bizzness.....” Nothing getting done on time, except the hair appointment you make Keeping your in CA-7 form up to date Because God forbid your check be late Got three babies to take care of and that including you Sometimes six if it includes your babies daddies, too “Don’t be telling all my bizzness.....” But, it ain’t no secret about your mess In your test tube apartment; A project which you proudly proclaim home I see why you ain’t ready for the Revolution.... You think you already been fighting But the Revolution ain’t got no time For militant and defiant ones The last time we were singing “We shall overcome!” We got an equal opportunity to hate one another Hands on lessons About how to kill the love for a brother Now, America doesn’t need white sheets to be discreet You learned well how to make warfare in the streets You leave your fatalities in drowning in a pool of blood Because the last Revolution failed you in brotherly love Then Affirmative Action was on the scene Thinking you was good enough to make the team Just because you’re on the team Doesn’t mean you get in the game.... It’s a shame after you was cut without pay, You still want to play...... Better be getting ready for the Revolution! I knew you wasn’t ready for the Revolution When I entered your room at your momma’s house Saw that twin bed unmade Your twenty-three pairs of tennis shoes Neatly and proudly given tribute to a moment in the NBA or NFL Meaning ***** Best Admired or ***** Favored Lately I guess you hadn’t figured it out N-Blems don’t care about you As long as you gonna spend Just Do It! Life is just a sport... Sport meaning ridicule and mockery and you can’t see The joke is being played on you ...... As long as you’re suspended in air You’ll always be here Where X marks the spot Where you name should be, Except in the Ghetto People don’t own their own property There you are standing around with a toothbrush, Polishing over scraps and buffing scuffs “Man, get off my shoes-***** these Muther*****s is brand new!” Yet in a week or so They’ll be considered “Hella old....” The pair you wearing makes Twenty-Fo’ I see why you ain’t ready for the Revolution........ Was Webster in the Ghetto defining A small portion of the city Where large numbers of minorities live Did slang hip diction into believing Is a Project something different than a plan or scheme Do you see behind the smoke screen Get what I’ve seen There was a Revolution going on You didn’t even know Because the number of children you have Is higher than the grade you finished in school..... But you simply trying to get higher You can’t ever be truly set free, because really What is there for an ex-drug dealer to be Without selling drugs...the last Revolution failed you in brotherly love How would you have fun without a gun In the Revolution B**ches and ****** are Brothers and Sisters Are Misses and Misters In the Revolution Babies are born drug free and play outside Without fear of a drive-by In the Revolution Ain’t no such thing as a single parent Families are home owners Fathers are more than just sperm donors In the Revolution Brothers don’t need alibis They working nine to five Sometimes nine to twelve-for themselves In the Revolution My babies daddy is my husband, My soulmate, My bestfriend to talk with In the Revolution A project Is something a child has as a homework assignment Ghettos don’t exist Because humankind doesn’t have a minority In the Revolution Respect is the Revolution Community is the Revolution Love is the Revolution Love is the Revolutionary thing that makes the Revolution Revolutional... Say you see what I see Are you stopping you from being free If you can’t love yourself, I know why You ain’t ready for the Revolution... Are you…?