Propaganda - Redefine Cutter Lyrics
73rd and San Pedro,Uncle Sunny and OdellTake your pick on what killed yaBullets, cancer, or jailHuh, what a life.ListenI came out a town in gangsAnd a gang of graceCuz fo' sho' sin abounds and round these partsCrowns is made of tin foilAnd them boys play Halo with real gunsLay lowRight there I blang slangThat twice born rhetoricOur Papi pound the groundAnd out came all humanityWrite heavy handedSharpie ink laced with mercuryMagnetic raps to draw out all impuritiesRound the time the good Lord took mama winninThe light bulb turned onThis world ain't my homeI huddled up to TriageWith curb servers and griotsThat’s such an L.A. referenceAll good if you don’t get itBut for those who would listenI break you out your radio prisonRedefine manhood, blackness, and timeShape and define cultureLet me fashion you some shadesIntroduce you to a trend that transcends the will of menLORDI ain't a productI ain't apologizingYou ain't a numberPay them no mindingRing the alarmWe came to redefine cutterCarve truth in his heartAnd love on her armsHey, I’m literate in graffitiI am not at all kiddingFrom the heart of the cityThat Stevie lived just enough forJackson, Mississippi: My people toiled the soilAnd share croppers’ pop coppers got they kin lynched inThat was the lynch pin of the mass migration into TexasRest of us would push west stillManifest destinyA black American familyWanted better for they kidsAnd landed in Southern CaliWho knew it was a war zone, my uncles got recruited inShawn and Kiona seen death out in ComptonBut they ain't fall victimCousin Brandon eitherWe should have framed the tax return and moved us to CovinaThere I met the mic and spray can instead of blue ragsAnd fell in love with flairs and entiendo SpanglishStand on my own and rep the Son of ManAnd brand my own chest so I would never blend inLORD
