Intro:
We are prey for the devil
For the devil
Verse 1 (Bambu):
I’ve been hunted way before my momma made me
When police was tryna chase me in Caprices
It was Jesus
It was LAUSD-esus
It was juvie
It’s an Uzi
A fully automatic piece of weaponry
I’m shooting (brraa)
Military grade, barricade
Military aid
Try to tell the people there ain’t war while yelling
“Bomb’s away!”
Contradictions like the Contras getting
Reagan checks
The irony of locking up a youth for slinging
Sacks of crack
Imagine that reality is yours: you black and poor
Someone with a plane put a kilo at your momma’s door
Ain’t no child support, the state ignored you like a foster kid
The homies though? Get a little dough
Making dollars did
Fifty-fifty shifty with the eyes when I mash
Twenty-twenty nothing when the police gun you in the back
It’s non-violent versus the violent and you wonder why we dyin’
Then you settle with some money just to keep the family quiet?
Nah, me I’ll tell you straight up, police put me down
I want fires in L.A. to reach all the way to the town
I don’t care if we was enemies in 1992
If you poor and you brown, homie, I’ll ride for you too
Hook:
You see the devil never get it, he put death in your breath
Powerless, powerless
Ay yo the devil never get it he keep death in your breath
Powerless, listen, powerless
Verse 2 (Bambu):
I’ve been wanted by police from just a youngin’
Brown man, white judges, plead out, hand cuff ‘em
I’ve got issues with abuses we gon’ lay it all out
They have set us up to get is in a CDC gown
So who you think trippin’ now?
They pushin’ pushin’ us out
Oh yeah, I meant to say it twice
It’s twice as bad for us now
They say one-in-five men who have color in their skin
Gon’ be arrested, plead out, and get some time in the pen
The pendulum swinging, ya’ll singing for a grammy award
I’m trying to stay out on tour, to push the pendulum toward us
Now a jewelry guy, more of a stick-up kid type
So I could spot a mark a mile away with sniper-ish sights
And I can tell if you hype
Most of these rappers alright
And most of the time you pull the curtain back the master is white
Who thinks it’s cute to hear we’re shooting, slinging video drugs
Hear the “one-in-five” statistic and could not give a
Fuck
Hook:
You see the devil never get it, he keep death in your breath
Powerless, powerless
I know that devil ain’t gon’ get it he keep death in your breath
Powerless, powerless
Verse 3 (Bambu):
Listen, he told me thirty-five to life is what he looking at
Took a trip to (?)
Where they box our children at
I wanted to build, they facing a dope time
Then he let me listen to him rhyme
A simple mission with a rifle and a tank full of gas
Took a child from off the streets said he’d be here till his last
See, the devil never get it he keeps death in our breath
Powerless, we powerless
Bridge:
Ayy yo the devil take the power
They abuse the power
Pipelining babies in the prisons by the hour
For the money, power
Our youngest soldiers, we finna lose
While the devil never get it, he is all over the news
Outro:
Powerless, we powerless
We powerless
Yeah, pow-powerless
We powerless
Yeah, it’s powerless
Yeah, we powerless
Ay yo the devil never get it
The devil never get it
Yo the devil ain't gon’ get it
The devil never get it
Yo the devil tryna get it
The devil tryna get it
The devil tryna get it
The devil tryna get it
Powerless
Powerless
Powerless
Powerless
Down to their last breath (powerless)
Powerless
Powerless
Powerless
I know that devil ain't gon’ get it he keep death in your breath
Powerless
Powerless
I know that devil ain't gon’ get it he keep death in your breath
Powerless
Powerless
