This is a song about "Civil rights leaders"

Consolidation of rights leads to fabrication

Swift-made switch blades made a big incision in him

Remember stand up for ur rights

Wale they call me tiger stripes

Lord, forgive me, as a kid, i used to look at niggas jealous

And raise my fist towards the leaders of the dominant populace

Our rights are what seem to be irrelevant

8 in the morning when that street clock bust

So i went down south but i ended up north

Killers walk free, countries having civil wars,

Where my soldiers at, no longer drug dealers

Yall worse than contridicting leaders and preachers