Lyrics:
SH hijack the governmental cockpit
They flooded up the p's with the rock SH
It's a really cold world in New York if you not lit
Population control
Poppa and our baby girl
That was our whole world, yo (still here)
This is for our fallen stars
Inspired by the poets, revolutionaries
And activists from
the sun slip
We looked upon the constellations
Carved in sky by the hand of the mason
And we hunted for design
Some artefact beyond the passage of time
We
I must've dreamed a thousand dreams
Been haunted by a million screams
But I can hear the marching feet
They're moving into the street.
Now did you
fiascos over a loop by P.E
If it's an I instead of we believing TV
Spitting riches, bitches, and this new thing about snitches
Watch them asses move
four might just
Turn up at your show me watching in a venue
Man we're leaving with your soul
I ain't tweeting little hoes
I need my P's to come and grow
fiascos over a loop by P.E
If it's an I instead of we believing TV
Spitting riches, bitches, and this new thing about snitches
Watch them asses move
a politician's thoughts and prayers
Nah it's something we cultivate, every day on our hands and knees
We're not here to harvest, we're here to plant these seeds
I
changing, re-arranging he pattern of our lives.
So let your heart stop beating beneath this twisted sky."
They were embraced by sadness, but not afraid
Run to the aid of our selfish, fragile hearts
Put the pieces all back in place
Yet, we demand He not be
So immensely powerful that we should revere Him
more fun not being skied by Neem
Handling with Joe and Haak is really blast
They catch all of my throws, even a shitty push pass
Learning the sets took
it's not romantic
Life's work told by shriveling, fading, and failing flesh
The image assigned to your success and your spirit may never mesh
A man who
We were moonshine
Rushing down the throat of a giraffe
Yes, rushing down the long hallway
Despite what the p.a. announcement says
Yes, rushing
I rose to large drug dealin from petty robbin
[Supreme]
Well it's the five-eight, hands I'm holdin brothers for ransom
Operation generation
took the stage
Yeah my hands would shake, and my eyes would glaze
Ten thousand hours, ten thousand times
Said never give up, yeah never stop tryin’
Took
by
The climate crisis, killing our planet one generation at a time
The patriarchy the people who brought you
Hundreds of thousands of untested rape
people
They're not good peeps, they're evil (done out)
And it hurts when they take one of ours
'Til we take one of them, when the gang's all equal
Looked in the mirror, what did we see
Fuckin blue lights, N.O.P.D.
Pig searched our car cause they day was made
Found an uzi, fo'-fo', and a hand
are sweet and obsessed and you're overworked
You're overtaken by visions of being overlooked
How disappointed would D.I.D.I.P.P. be
To see such power
by the camp fire
I been in the sun check the tan line
Sticking niggas up got their hands high
Twisting up their tongue got their hands tied
Threatening
at the end of our pain, it's insane
and we won't need a therapist for that
We won't always be broken, but we'll always be black
Sometimes, I feel more broken
A BLACKENED CHAPEL PLAGUED BY PARASITES
DARKNESS CONSUMES THESE LOWLANDS
WE CAN NEVER WASH THE BLOOD FROM OUR HANDS
THE BLOOD FROM OUR HANDS
A LITANY
of heaven
When King Fergie left the scene he made our hearts heavy
And every generation needs Ngamla Menzi
Too many of the realist are just passing by
Too
raised rap to jack thangs
CNN for Blacks P.E. Chuck D phrase
PRT to XClan to AD we gave our Flavor Flav
To tell the world behave we are no slaves
And while
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