Blown Away, Pt 2 - Saigon, Saigon feat. Sticman of Dead Prez

I pour some water on the ground for the soldiers that’s fallen

Those who paid the ultimate price when they answer they callin

To all the martyrs that we lost as a people in common

You got blown away but you didn’t go in vain

True examples of change on the frontline of the battle

Brothers like Bunchy Carter, suit up and rolled when it mattered

Wasn’t a hidden agenda, wasn’t Maulana Karenga

He got blown away, still unknown today

John Lennon and Gandhi, both were proponents of peace

Spiritual message they taught, millions of people they reached

Suited devils amongst plotted the dark and the light

Both got blown away so bearin this Glock is my right

Is there a message encoded deep in the violent display?

Renderin people afraid, keepin the movement at bay

Go intel pro is a lie still to discourage the rise

Leaders get blown away, the media covers our eyes

Modern-day genocide, what hope is there for tomorrow?

Whether it’s vertical or the violence is horizontal

I lost too many cousins but was it the bullets that took you?

Or was it the, situations society put you?

Though I rally for peace, still I carry my piece

I keep it free of debris, I keep it oiled and greased

They say it’s freedom of speech but just watch what you say

Before your face on a shirt, like «He got blown away"(uh)

I knew a rapper that just rhymed of his dope and his grind

But heard a dead prez record that opened his mind

You know what happened the second he pressed play?

(what?)

He got blown awayyyyyyy (yeah)

This other kid had never listened to S to the A (nah)

So yesterday I gave him a couple records to play (yeah)

He heard «Clap"and the shit that I did with Trey

He got blown awayyyyyyy

(Go 'head) I pour some Henny on the floor for every young boy

murdered in Baltimore, Watts to Little Rock, Arkansas

Philadelphia, D.C. to Chi-Town (Chi-Town)

And every other ghetto where niggaz get shot down

The drama’s pitiful, little niggaz is homicidical

We ignore the fact that all the crime is political

When somebody’s blown away, somebody’s gone away

Prison population inflatin, the shit grow e’ry day

It’s usually us, that’s occupyin the Riker’s bus

It’s more than us fightin just, this shit is a crisis cuz

350 million guns in United States

Y’all callin my music conscious, I’m callin it wide awake

The ghettos that I escape, a lot of others succumb

It’s hard when your pops a crackhead, and your mother’s a bum

And you discovered the slums is not a place you should stay

But the only way to leave there is for you to get blown away