Theives In The Night - Black Star

[Talib Kweli] 
Yo Dee (What?) 
Come on (Yeah..) 
What? What? Come on 
(Yeah) 

"Give me the fortune, keep the fame," said my man Louis 
I agreed, know what he mean because we live the truest lie 
I asked him why we follow the law of the bluest eye 
He looked at me, he thought about it 
Was like, "I'm clueless, why?" 
The question was rhetorical, the answer is horrible 
Our morals are out of place and got our lives full of sorrow 
And so tomorrow comin later than usual 
Waitin' on someone to pity us 
While we findin beauty in the hideous 
They say money's the root of all evil but I can't tell 
YouknowhatImean, pesos, francs, yens, cowrie shells, dollar bills 
Or is it the mindstate that's ill? 
Creating crime rates to fill the new prisons they build 
Over money and religion there's more blood to spill 
The wounds of slaves in cotton fields that never heal 
What's the deal? 
A lot of cats who buy records are straight broke 
But my language universal they be recitin my quotes 
While R&B singers hit bad notes, we rock the boat 
of thought, that my man Louis' statements just provoked 
Caught up, in conversations of our personal worth 
Brought up, through endangered species status on the planet Earth 
Survival tactics means, bustin gats to prove you hard 
Your firearms are too short to box with God 
Without faith, all of that is illusionary 
Raise my son, no vindication of manhood necessary 

[M.D.] Not strong 
[T.K.] Only aggressive 
[M.D.] Not free 
[T.K.] We only licensed 
[M.D.] Not compassioniate, only polite 
[T.K.] Now who the nicest? 
[M.D.] Not good but well behaved 
[T.K.] Chasin after death