Yo, I heard it’s said the revolution won’t be televised
But in the land of milk and honey there’s a date you gotta sell it by
Otherwise it just expires and spoils
And these folks jump out the pot when the water too hot
Cause the fire boils inside
You go to church to find you some religion
And all you hear is connivin’ and gossip and contradiction and
You try to vote and participate in the government
And the muh’fuckin’ Democrats is actin’ like Republicans
You join an organization that know black history
But ask them how they plan to make money and it’s a mystery
Lookin’ for the remedy but you can’t see what’s hurtin’ you
The revolution’s here, the revolution is personal
They call me the political rapper
Even after I tell ’em I don’t fuck with politics
I don’t even follow it
I’m on some KRS, Ice Cube, Chris Wallace shit
Main Source, De La Soul, bumpin’ “2Pacalypse Now”