Mook

This is for
This is for
This is for

Mook and all of them, all of them
Curbside soldiers, all of them
Hardcore hustlers, all of them
Wannabe gangsters, and all of them

This is for Mook and all of them, all of them
Mamas waiting, worrying in windows, and all of them
Mothers stand inside coffins too soon, and all of them
Mourning sons and daughters lost to system cycles
And streets, seemingly optionless, faithless
Miseducated and misinformed, and all of them

This is for
This is for
This is for

Mumia, shining star in a dark sky of disenfranchised
Nothing but niggas
Blacked out, black hole, dimmed down, isolated
Scapegoated, bureaucracy, demonized, itemized
Status quo casualty

This is for
This is for
This is for

Mumia, the man
Living, thinking, breathing
Procreating, bleeding, feeling pain
Being brown at the wrong time
In the wrong place on the wrong planet
Damn

And this is for
And this is for all of them
All of them, all of them

Souls snuffed out, lives cheapened
And shortened on both sides
May there one day be true peace

This is for justice
And this is for freedom
In a country built upon the notion of freedom
And this is for all children of God
And this is for just one love
Just one love, just one love, just one love

This is for Mook and all of them, all of them
Curbside soldiers, and all of them
Hardcore hustlers, all of them
Wannabe gangsters, and all of them
Mamas waiting, worrying in windows, and all of them
All of them

This is for all of them