Artist: Bicasso Album: Rebel Music Song: Do It Movin' Typed by: Krauss1844@yahoo.com Man, I did it again I created when I mated with a pad and a pen I'm getting involved with the solvin'-problems we in Building a city with community, children and friends Somebody said that "we can give." I wish some help from all them They Make it bubble like before we get in trouble again They make it hard when you get out that's why you back in the pen Man it's a system where the plan for every young black man is thick and thin Part-times hood-rhymes make amends They makin' us look like we all beasts without a means to pretend Like what we been through ain't a struggle enough We do it ruff and tuff, up in the city steady killin' our fuss We fillin'a organize, just a simple plan in demand We put it into action and lend ourselves a hand For the movement improvement at a glance Soap-boxin' on a block I'm speakin' thoughts Think about it my friends... Doin' it, like gettin' up-n'-at-'em Whether you on some 9 to 5 job-shit, or simply makin' magic Like writin' real-live spit that happen Rappin' whatever we needed to hear, let's make it clear Like what'chu do, and what'chu doin' it for? You on the grind for your own climb. well see, that ain't survivin' no more Cause this here, we got a village with chores, so we could eat Teach these kids about they legacy, Put shoes on they feet Walk the path and not get stuck on these streets We bled for most, so at least, Let's take note of grandma's family trees The roots run deep, and it try's wide We can't get brock up by the blocks, they box us and outside They outline us when we lay to rest Shouldn't be on some pavement and sidewalk, perpetratin' the stress I guess they makin' us a project t test How to remove the planet those who naturally blessed But I bet, we wouldn't let it, less the answer was yes And I met some freedom fighters takin' shit off they chest And the rest, these motherfuckers need to listen and learn Get with the vision, 'cause the world still turns