The ghetto gets to give itself a messiah
From the shackles and ruins another Incan is born
To a family of Panthers, this outlaw is esteemed
His 7-day gospel generations must echo
In the words of Rap his message was wrapped
The Don illuminating all with linens of equality
An art sewn with threads of social justice
Torn apart by the colors of our skin
His art, a tool against systemic injustice
The thug life he lived, was salvation to many
The thug life they told, was destruction to many
“Mama didn’t raise no fool” this line was sure
Even in death
On Makaveli all eyez would be
DHESERT CHEQUER
