Mooney
Moon for Short
I address the nation, with a fist raised and black glove, a show of solidarity
we still racing, 200 meters to go still with no clarity
our case is charity, hand outs and free phones
section 8 creates strife and keeps broken homes
my aim to lift us, like a bow in the wind, or hands raised when they shoot
protest the death and then loot,
they say we're savages, that slug he must have deserved
teach rules of engagement for your life to be preserved
(dammit... hit a wall)
(dammit... hit a wall)
just because you hit doesn't mean you gotta fall/
I'll keep you uplifted, just like I raise my hands grom the gloves you gifted?
I'll remain reserved with my black gloves on /
I'll move diligent on my squares like a pawn/
Ill elevate in six steps and accept my queen/
Then fight till the death to continue the dream