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Poetry, Power, & Pistols EP

by Zachary Peterson

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1.
Enemies 02:55
[Verse - Gil Scott-Heron {from "Evolution (And Flashback)}] In 1600, I was a darkie, And until 1865 a slave In 1900, I was a nigger, Or at least that was my name In 1960, I was a negro, And then Malcom came along Yes, but some nigger shot Malcom down, Though the bitter truth lives on Well now I am a black man, And though I still go second class Where as once I wanted the white man's love, Now he can kiss my ass [Hook] Middle finger to my enemies So tell em they don't want no problems Cuz I done already went to hell n back N the way a nigga feel it jus make me wanna holla [Verse - Muhammed Ali to College Students] I’m saying, you’re talking about me – about some draft, and all of you white boys are breaking your neck to get to Switzerland and Canada and London....I’m not gonna help nobody get something the negros don’t have, because if I’m gonna die, I’ll die right here fighting you… You’re my enemy. My enemy is the white people, not Vietcong or Chinese or Japanese. You’re my opposer when I want freedom. You’re my opposer when I want justice. You’re my opposer when I want equality. You won’t even stand up for me in America, for my religious beliefs, and you want me to go somewhere and fight but you won’t even stand up for me here at home.
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[Fred Hampton Speech] We've got to defend ourselves. We intend to defend ourselves. We've did so in the past and we gonna do it today and the day after that and the day after that...Because only through the proper example of the self defense and the proper example of retaliation and by letting these people know that we move for some basic laws. That anything that goes down on the oppressed people, on the part of the oppressor, it should be reciprocal. And, in plain politarian workers language, it takes two to tango. As soon as these motherfuckers go, we go. [Verse] Thru the Eyes of a G...nah, better yet Through those of a revolutionary, Huey P. Newton and Malcolm X A rebel, fist raised to the heavens, screaming "Black Power" til our lungs burn The other hand flipping the bird Harsh words to the oppressor... Gripping my nuts, giving a fuck whether the shits offensive Intentionally disrespectful, 'cause a white man can kill a black man n' never face a sentence They get a raise and a dinner with steak But switch place and we're convicted, property of the state Forever trapped in the system and improperly placed in a Max security prison with an hour a day ....3 hots n' a cot But I think it's time we flip the script on 'em, let 'em know how poverty taste Sit back and watch how their policy change 'Cause I mean its a reason Ice T made "Cop Killers".... 'Cause cop's killing...Why the fuck you think we constantly dodging the jake? 'Cause we just tryna dodge the grave Hold up, cut the beat, I got something to say [Acapella] Fuck the fame and the riches 'cause i'm in this for greatness I spit that shit for them niggas that dodged the needles and razors Came up in the trenches but they handled their business Missing that prison sentence and taking care of their babies This for them OGs Fist to the heavens steady screaming "fuck the police!!"...'cause them niggas is racist 'Cause their so quick to book us when we're doing the crime But ain't nowhere to be found when we need them to save us My eyes open when I pray but I ain't kneeling to Satin I keep 'em open 'cause I know niggas is thieving and snaking And the pigs tryna put me in a pine box 'Cause their scared and afraid of the fact that I'm young and I'm black and most of all educated Plus, I'm tryna burn every fucking confederate flag Top of my lungs screaming,"Fuck a confederate fag!!" Tell them busters they can suck a black yankee doodle Had to take the beat out to make sure they heard what I'm saying to 'em 'Cause they're so fucking pitiful, it's sickening, I hope they feel the hate I'm coming with This revenge, fuck the punchlines and the funny shit 'Cause what niggas really fail to realize is that they used to enslave us with the same chains they cuff us with So fuck it then, I think it's time we let 'em piss their drawls 'Cause they're thinking the same shit whenever the pistols drawn So I'm ready for war, a young black rebel with a cause and you heard it from me 'Cause we don't deserve justice, then they don't deserve peace
3.
Remember 02:40
[Verse] Blowing dank, Henny out the bottle to the face In my uncle name, middle finger to the jake The semi on the waist, "God's Son" across the belly Screaming "THUG LIFE" til I'm dead and in the cemetery Bury me a G at Snake Hill and 6-11 N pray my soul escape and make it through the gates of heaven N fuck it if u disagree but it's still fuck Donald Trump Cuz I'd rather hold my head high and die than live and duck You gotta stand for something, cuz Uncle Sam ain't ever hand is nothing Exploit the culture and then try to take advantage of us But we flipped the script, started doing damage Rubber bands and hundreds...so now they just can't stand us So we throw it in their face Twisting fingers up, throwing up the gang Put that on the set and in my last name It's all disrespect, pissing on their grave So fuck what you heard and what you say Fuck the police and the KKK Fuck the judge and the fucking DEA N anybody else tryna lock a nigga in a cage (pussy ass niggas) And I ain't one for calling names but I just call a spade a spade Politicians switching up but conditions still the same Cuz they don't really give a fuck and just don't understand the pain Or the reason why we yelling for change
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Legendary 03:05
[Verse] Crutches, crosses, caskets Poetry, power, pistols blasting Verses, stanzas turn to holy scriptures, chapters... Reagan still got em fiendin', Addiction, itching, scratching, pacing, twitching, fingers tapping Trigger finger slipping, 4-5th's is clapping...It's dead bodies in the streets All from bloods and crips n catholics, Christians, bitches, bastards All courtesy of Richard Nixon I mean, for real, how u think they killed the black panthers? How u think they murdered Martin and Malcolm? Divide and conquer, it's all simple mathematics Give us section 8 housing then evict us Uncle Sam teach em how to be a slave again N take filing taxes out the curriculum Delete it from the syllabus, Lauryn Hill's case wasn't a coincidence Miseducation the difference Racism still alive they just concealing it The police target practicing on my silhouette N that's a hell of a phrase to swallow Kill a nigga today n get a raise tomorrow Then pray to the savior, that he forgives u for killing another man N that I forget u lynching my brother And disrespecting my mother and raping my sister Then exploiting the culture jus so u could get richer And then got the nerve to wave a confederate flag in my face N get mad when I got something to say Like "Fuck the Police" and "Black Lives Matter" "Black Power"...u see the pride in this black panther Refusing to becoming just another statistic A black rose the maneuvered the trenches N came up out the concrete jus as Tupac prophesied Lemme emphasize, the revolution won't be televised It's too real and too necessary Cuz too many brothers like myself in jail or in the cemetery N it's too late to make us forget... Because we already legendary ....... Cuz legends never die I said they try n take us out of history and make us forget Problem is we already legendary
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[Malcolm X - Speech at Oxford University] We are living at a time of extremism...a time of revolution....a time where there's got to be a change....people in power have misused it and now there has to be a change and a better world has to be built and the only way it's going to be built is with extreme methods. And I, for one, will join in with anyone...don't care what color you are...as long as you want to change this miserable condition that exists on this earth. Thank you.
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[Verse] Til the day a nigga die, I'm screaming fuck Donald Trump I don't beat around the bush, I get str8 to the point Put his face to the pump, make a mess in the place So test if you want, n u rest in yo grave Can't believe half the shit that u say Just a fuckn snake in a suit and tie Have the young boys run up on him with the blank face Split ur toupee, drop him off where the shooters ride Label that shit a fuckn suicide N fuck all the politicking, it's do or die I'm talking closed casket procedures in the cathedral, the people stupefied While the pastor eulogize Cuz it's blood on the leaves And poison in the holy water Pay attention to what you believe in Cuz it might jus come back and haunt you forever, Lord have mercy on they're soul ...And forgive them for they know not Praying for forgiveness when I load the glock And explode on a bombaclat, you know me Knock his head off his shoulders Let the Holy Ghost console him As hollow tips penetrate his colon, fold him over son All that slow singing and flower bringing, somebody call the coroner Word to the notorious (Biggie!!) I kno, It's a motherfucking pity, let the poet preach to him While he double Dutch the gun powder Let him taste the paranoia Drunk off the Funk, this that James Brown & Crown Royal
7.
Pray 03:55
[Hook] So I wake up in the morning, get on my knees and pray ....Thank God for the day Thank you for the struggle, thank you for the pain ....Cause I wouldn't have it any other way So I wake up in the morning, get on my knees and pray Thank the man up stairs for the day For the frustration, and especially for the pain ....Cause I wouldn't have it any other way [Verse] The last time I seen 'Pac, I was staring in the mirror Facing Henny to my uncle's name, that thug life Wipe the tears from my mama's face on the rough nights Like smile for me Ma, cuz we gon b aight I promise, til they put me in a box, I got us And let this 38 be my witness Empty the clip on anybody tryna go against us Like hit em up n tell the judge give me a life sentence Cuz das light compared to 500 plus years in the system Like what good is having laws of all they finna do is bend em? In they're own favor...so nigga motherfuck forgiveness I talk that shit cuz I remember... I remember having no lights, n dry cereal for dinner Moms ain't eating, lemme really paint the picture Kids teasing bout ur sneakers and ur stitches cuz they're hand-me-downs Pops was missing, no heat in the winter Can't sleep cuz of the chinchis, constant scratching and itching Let me paint it for u Nah, for real, let me paint it for u Can't walk the streets cuz police constantly tripping Tweaking on u, all cuz of ur skin's pigment But fuck the bullshit, ain't gon never catch me slipping That's that rider's ambition ....Poetry, power, and pistols ....My lyrics my ammunition
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[Poem/Prayer Verse] Love is Pistols ....Love is Pistols Father God...I come to you, a humble and weary servant... Because I see now that Love is Pistols {laughs} Yes, yes y'all, Love is pistols and it's a damn shame What's going on? What's Going On? Father God, I only ask because I find myself praying for peace now more than ever Cuz the fact is we need it now more than ever So again I ask, what's going on? Really? Does anybody know? Like for real, What's Happening Brother? Do you know? Mother? Sister? What's happening? Cause it seems like these many distractions just got us Flying High (In The Friendly Sky)... Clueless to what really matters But see, Father God, I'm torn between either trying to Save the Children and my brothers & sisters...or trying to save my mother's heart (and will) from being broken from having to bury her only child. So fuck a rock and a hard place I'm stuck somewhere between the business end of a pig's Berreta and finishing my skittles & Arizona fruit punch The curse of conditioning is the condition. So again, I must ask, what the fuck is going on? Mm, my Father God... Well, the one thing I do know is that God is Love Mm hm, Mercy Mercy Me, God is love ....And the same goes vice versa So the question now becomes: What is love? What is love? Father God, what is love? Love is small talk on 125th and Lenox. Yea, Right On, brother. Love is Holy. Love is "Wholy Holy." Love is hearing Marvin Gaye's "Inner City Blues" just after cracking the seal on a brew while kicking it with the crew on a sunny Saturday afternoon. Love is a smooth verse from Langston Hughes and Maya Angelou.... With a backing orchestra of ebony strings, Composition and direction by Clinton Utterbach Father God, Love is black and black is beautiful Love is unconditional, Father God, but Love is violent Love is violent Love is a battlefield in a never ending war Cause Love is freedom, Father God And, that said, Love is pistols... So Father God, I ask, as I come to you, your humble and weary servant, I guess I just pray that my oppressor doesn't confuse power with privilege. Forever in your name.... Amen... [Faith's Voicemail] Hey, look, I know this is mad random, but I'm watching the news and I'm just becoming more infuriated by the minute like...like I don't - I don't know what it feels like to be a black man in America, but I know what it feels like to be black in America, and that alone is stressful, so I just wanted to tell you that you do matter, despite all this bullshit that's going on. Well, hit me back when you get this. Love you. Bye.

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DMV artist Zachary Peterson (@ZPeterson1992) just dropped his new EP on us, "Poetry, Power, & Pistols". He is a dynamic talent... he raps, produces, and engineers all of his own music. The result is a powerful project guaranteed to grab your attention and respect with just one listen! He covers a wide range of topics, from the struggle to presidential politics... his music has something for everyone!

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released November 5, 2016

℗ 6LEVEN Music Group

Executive Producer: Zachary Peterson
Co-Executive Producers: Lan-B and Don James
Recording & Initial Mixing by Zachary Peterson
Final Mixing & Master by Jake Vicious of House Studio DC

Instagram & Twitter: @zpeterson1992

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Zachary Peterson Centreville, Virginia

Born and raised in the #DMV. Just a young man that loves to make music. All in all, my music is my bio.

I produce, engineer my own music, rap, and croon (for lack of better words, but I wouldn't call it singing) on occasion.

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