Executive Summary

In the meantime between time we feature music from Mack recording artist Politicalite. So all of the man dem from the north Side, south side, east side, west side, anywhere you Come from right now, a suh di ting set. So all of the gangsters dem, divas, the man Dem weh know a tune right now know say Politicalite a gwaan wid tings. Uzi Law, Soldier Fire, Garrus, T. O. X., The king of the building right now. Everybody give me some sooner. Light dem up! I got a million dollar name With no money in the bank Yeah, my face On a bus, but ain't rich as you think 'Cause I'd rather be broke with my soul intact Than to be a rich nigga that cannot go Back Some artists lose their edge to become dull Knives Imprisoned by the fear that their fans won't Like Songs that'll challenge, songs that provoke Now They making pop tunes and their songs is a Joke So politically correct, they astutely neglect The possibility their fans are critically adept Now With all due respect, and I do mean some What makes you so smart and your fans so Dumb? Notoriety, what? Adaptation made me plastic Despite poor sales, You adore them as classics Like Ariana ushering Labels when I sucker them Dilute the potency, Dissipate some others in the I'm gonna make it Hard for them To ever knock me off that Horse again I'm standing up to the world, I put my heart in this You're not gonna Knock me off I'm gonna make it hard for them To ever Knock me off that horse again I'm standing up To the world, I put my heart in this You're not gonna knock me off My work, It speaks volumes, my bank account's mute But I Have become numb to the losses of my pursuit This music, it is a prism that I have Shined through The colors of my life's what I Have shown you But what's an artist to do When his ribs are touchin'? Work part-time or find himself with nothin'? Held many a function, sat in on discussions On How we could raise the bar a little somethin' But this is not a race, no cars, I'm Not stuntin' I'm only tryna speak through bars like Stan Williams Tryna reach the children who dream With eyes wide Tryna be the change that they Need in their lives But it's not for me To judge, the industry showed me love And has Given me power like the one holdin' the gun The one holdin' his tongue is he who has None I'll speak for the meek, our voices as One I'm gonna make it hard for them To Ever knock me off that horse again I'm standing Up to the world, I put my heart in This You're not gonna knock me off I'm gonna make it hard for them To ever Knock me off that horse again I'm standing up To the world, I put my heart in this You're not gonna knock me off In the wee hours of the morning when everything Is still I lay staring at the darkness trying To find the will Only to be plagued by Roaches, scorpions and mice Not to mention politics, that's a big cockatrice The light became morning and the morning became day Speaking for myself, I wish the darkness had stayed The morning became evening, the sun is going down But equality and justice Is nowhere to be found Of all these plagues, I've had my fill Even in the wee hours of the morning when Everything still I'm standing up Yeah I'm standing up Ooh Oh Stones out the building, You Just Can't tell I'm standing standing Stones out the you Just