The Roots: I will not apologize

(feat. Dice Raw, P.O.R.N., Talib Kweli)[Chorus: (Dice Raw) Talib Kweli](I will not apologize) I will not apologize(I will not apologize) I will not apologizeThis is for all of my peoples who understand and truly recognizeSome won't get it for that I won't (I will not apologize) I will not apologize(I will not apologize) I will not apologizeThis is for all of my peoples who understand and truly recognizeSome won't get it for that I won't apologize[P.O.R.N.]I'm so sick cause I'm infected but but I don't need a medic Need a liquid anesthetic, let me show you how I get it I don't got it but I bet it, I don't worry, I don't sweat it You can bitch, you can dead it, you can take it there like FedExNothing sweet diabetic, big dog can't pet itPack an L then I wet it then I fill it till it's pregnant (Take the high back) face it everybody got a favorite I embrace it like I date it but my grandma think I chase it (Like oh yeah) I told her that her baby moving slower Cuz the world is on his shoulders then I woke up out that coma (And got right back) at it with a little black 'maticLay you down craft-matic, then I'm gone, black magic (To the hideout) you don't want to gamble with the devilEspecially when them chewy blueys got me on another level Cuz my teacher think I'm slow but my momma think I'm special But even she know I'm coming back like an echo.[Chorus: (Dice Raw) Talib Kweli][Dice Raw]For the statements I'm about to make I will not apologize Niggas talk a lot of shit, really need to stop the lies Jewels rented, cars rented, homie that ain't authenticActing tough on TV but to me you seem a little timidDon't blame the nigga, blame America, it's all businessActing like a monkey is the only way to sell tickets Shit I can dig it, niggas gossip silly digitsWhite kids buy it, it's a riot when we talking about pimpingOr sipping on old English brew or whatever they think we do Spraying double Uzis cuz you know they think we live in zoosThe problem is with this everyone seems to be real confusedThe niggas on the streets to the old people that watch the newsAnd watch BET and the crazy shit they seeThey associate with you do the same shit to meWhen you look at me you see just a nigga from the projects But can't understand this nigga's mind set but still[Chorus: (Dice Raw) Talib Kweli][Black Thought]Yo, a revolution's what it's smelling like, it ain't going be televisedGovernments is hellified, taking cake and selling piesI ain't got a crust or crumb, to get some I'd be well obliged Murder is comodified, felon for the second timeNever was I into chasing trouble I was followed byFacing trouble with no alibi, had to swallow pride Vilified, victimized, penalized, criticizedRan into some people that's surprised I was still aliveLook into my daughter's eyes, wonder how can I provideGot to get from A to B but how can I afford to drive? Messed around, tried to get a job and wasn't qualifiedHad to see a pal of mine, got to get the lightning rodNow I'm in the black Impala looking for the dollar sign Palms get the itching man I got to get the calamineBefore I fall behind, guess the grind will be my 9 to 5I will not be conquered by, I will not apologize[Chorus: (Dice Raw) Talib Kweli]