I'm talking about the violence in which people are better in charge by police, beaten up.I'm talking about police firing on unknown people.I'm talking about the indirect violence you get through starvation in the townships.I'm talking about the hopelessness, the desolation of the transit camps.Now I think that, all put together, that constitutes more terrorism.I mean, I'm from the streets of the hood where nothing bad turns good.Where everything good won't stay good for good.I'm from a place where everybody's trying to make it out the hood for good.Instead of making good out of the hood.Man, Chile's really tough. Crime going up.Ain't nobody down with protecting my people from the evil.I'm talking about the thugs, the drugs, and the thousands of guns pointed at us.And everything else that's killing us.Lately churches been getting empty, coffins been filling up.Homies becoming junkies, honeys becoming sluts.I know it doesn't look hard when you're watching from the sides.But trust me, what my people going through is really tough.Man, what happened to the police?Peace and love.Niggas swap those for a piece.And use it against our loved ones.Man, it's harder when it's done by the ones we once loved.The same niggas who used to yell, one love.And now I wonder why I worry about it.When everyone else is like, nah man, don't worry about it.Just get your cash and count it.As if life is an accounting lesson.Man, I gotta count my blessings.That's where you find life's most valuable lessons.That's how you kill depression.And when you give it all to God, I swear to God, you feel the pressure lessen.I don't hope you get the message.I know you already.Got it.Get in your knees and send a message.* God.Come with me down the aisle of the ghetto.We're living as a battle.And people try to get paid.Come and see through me.Come with me down the aisle of the ghetto.We're living as a battle.And people try to get paid.Come and see through me.Between the three years after democracy.And still my people can't see that all I need is you.And all you need is me.Man, we just gotta be united like me and you.Hope one day you will see that if we stick together, then we're bound to stand tall.But individually, eventually, we're gonna fall.So we just gotta protect one another.You're my sister.You're my brother.And I ain't got another.Another.Oh Lordy, my people crying.My people dying.Too many bodies laying on the floor.You know why I ain't lying.So I'ma speak the truth more and more.See my body also laying on the floor.See the body let's go.What a soul.Oh Lord.My people crying.My people dying.Too many bodies laying on the floor.You know why I ain't lying.So I'ma speak the truth more and more.See my body also laying on the floor.See the body let's go.What a soul.Come with me down the aisle of the ghetto.We're living as a battle.And people try to get paid.Come and see through me.Come with me down the aisle of the ghetto.We're living as a battle.And people try to get paid.Come and see through me.Come with me down the aisle of the ghetto.We're living as a battle.And people try to get paid.Come and see through me.Blacks are not unaware of the hardships they endure.Or what the government is doing to them.We want them to stop accepting these hardships.To confront them.People must not just give in to the hardships of life.They must find a way.Even in this environment.To develop hope.Hope for themselves.Hope for this country.Now I think that is what Black Consciousness is about.Now without any reference to the white man.To try and build up a sense of our own humanity.Humanity.Humanity.Humanity.Humanity.Humanity.Humanity.Humanity.Humanity.Humanity.Humanity.