Yeh, know what I mean...nFulton and Washington. (Souljahs)nSaint James. (Ryderz)nThis right here's going out to all them people right there struggling (all our comrades)nFor their motherf*cking rights.nIt's all good baby bay-bee!nnIt was all a dream!nStarted organizing in my late teens,nMalcolm X and Huey P, who I wanna be.nMarcus Garvey on my wall.nI was just a young G thought I'd been through it all.nF*ckin' with Po-po, used to stay locknTryin' to get my aim right, learning how to shoot a glock.nWay back, used to rock the army green fields jacket,nWe was known for that.nRemember that?nIt was 'bout breakin' the lawnI never thought the movement would make it this far.nYeh, it's been a long fight, but we alright.nTime to get free, blow up like Cincinnati.nNo joke.nI remember saying Don't Vote- F*ck that!nFreedom or Death was my quote.nRevolutionaries like (little) Bobby,nGeorge Jackson, Geronimo and ???nWe gettin' free like we said we would.nLiberated territory in the hood and it's all for the good.nAnd if you don't know, now you know, soulja.nnYou know very well who we are.nWe are AfricansnGod damn right we are.nSee, they are few but we are many.nSo let's get freenAnd we can all ???