[Bobby Seale at Free Huey Rally] "'We gonna draw up a basic platform...just basic That black people can read.' He says, 'We don't want to go real elaborate With all these essays, and disserations, and all this stuff Because a brother gonna look at that And he gonna say, "Man, I ain't got time for that I got to go see what I can do for myself."' He says, 'Just a basic platform that the mothers Who struggle hard to raise us, that the fathers, who worked hard That the young brothers in school, who come out of school semi-illiterate And to teach black people, and our young black brothers and sisters Their place in society because if they don't know their place in society And in the world, they can't relate to anything else.'"
[Verse 1: GQ] Please, forgive me if I'm not stressing Over shit that don't matter Compliments don't get me flattered What's status to nigga living average? In a basement just waiting for the attic, Still I'm at it Yeah I'm in my lane more than Wilt practice On point, they watered down just like a killed cactus I fell backwards in a bad storm Fuck the weather Nights kept me up, set me up for something better Got a stomach full of butterflies, I wonder why? Remember sitting in winter wishing for summer skies? Turned cheeks, words deep, probably cut a guy Sharing my world with these feelings that I publicize Pop look at me I persevered My momma look at me and burst in tears She only happy when her son happy And sadly I've been hurt for years But as of lately i've been working here And for the record I keep driving until I wreck it Life holding me controllably until I exit My potna tripping, say his life, got him feeling worthless I know he's wrong, cause see in life we all got a purpose Fresh out of school trying to get my head right This all happened around the same time I met 9th At a point that had me feeling I was stuck inside Years later I'm in BrightLady touching lives When Granny died I swear it hurt seeing my cousin cry Tell em I'm just an Oakland nigga with some southern pride Overcoming aggravation, Tick I'm still pissed at myself for missing your graduation Huh, I guess it be intuition my mind told me Rock and rolling and I'm Bon Jovi, They're eyes on me With a sixth sense my neck twists All dogs go to heaven try telling my Ex this, shit Funny how it all click, perfect I tread water till it all hit the surface Loving everything that I decide to Looking in the sky till my eyes blue It's more than just a beat that I can rhyme to Heaven had a window I just climbed through Thank You