He was dreamin' of lean.
Hoodies high, ranks closed
The homies march with pants slung low.
Comrades shot by the white hispanics
march in spirit with us in our ranks.
The street free for the brown battalions,
The street free for the grievance lords.
Millions, full of dope, look up at the skittles;
The day breaks for freedom and for skittles.
For the last time the lean will now be drunk;
For the struggle now we all stand ready.
Soon will fly Trayvon-flags over every street;
Old School will last only a short time longer.
Hoodies high, ranks closed,
The homies march with pants slung low.
Comrades shot by the white hispanics
march in spirit with us in our ranks.
It’s sung to the tune of a catchy little German ditty from the 30’s. ;)
Maybe lean, maybe just something leaner than Rachael Jaental.