Civil War Immortal Technique (Ft. Brother Ali, Chuck D & Killer Mike)

[Intro]
Like anybody, I would like to live — a long life; longevity has its place
But I’m not concerned about that now
I just want to do God’s will
And He’s allowed me to go up to the mountain
And I’ve looked over
And I’ve seen the Promised Land
I may not get there with you
But I want you to know tonight, that we, as a people, will get to the Promised Land
So, I’m happy, tonight
I’m not worried about anything, I’m not fearing any man
Mine eyes have seen the glory of the coming of the Lord

[Verse 1: Immortal Technique]
The ghetto is like a prison with invisible bars
No matter where you at, it always follows you where you are
And it's hard out there for a pimp to get out of
But it's harder for the hooker that he beat the shit out of
I got niggas underground in the Confederate states
Ironically runnin' from slavery that prison creates
So, I never hate on the South: I respect they vision
I just hate on niggas that promote Samboism
And white execs that love to see us in that position
They reflect the stereotypes of America's vision
They want us dancin', coonin' and hollerin'
Only respect us for playin' sports and modelin'
More than racism: it's stay in your place-ism
More people are trapped in practical blackface-ism
So fuck a Civil War between the North and the South
It's between field niggas and slaves that are stuck in the house