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Yasiin Bey, better known by his former stage name Mos Def, is an American hip hop recording artist, actor, comedian, and activist from Brooklyn, New York City, New York. more »

Year:

2004

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How could I explain
This desire, desire


I come home high and she start to cry
I can't take it
A brand new excuse does me no use
That won't make it
She be home with the kids, this is no way to live
What can I say?
I know it's surreal but I'm a hard headed still
Do things my way

And he's so strong, so strong
It's like I'm dying
Trying to hold on, my body says Oh No, Oh
Out there flying, the price that I pay for the game that I play
Ain't no game at all,
I'm up in the clouds then I'm spiraling down
Nothing breaks the fall

And he's so strong, so strong
It's like I'm dying
Trying to hold on, my body says Oh No, Oh
Out there, flying
Sounds of the sufferers pray

Silent noise and the sufferers pray
They say yes
I come home high and she start to cry
I can't take it
A brand new excuse does me no use
That won't make it
She be home with the kids, this is no way to live
What can I say? 
I know it's real, and I'm hard headed still
Black Dante and it's 
So strong 

I'm out there
Flying 

Killers, this life this life
Lovers, this life this life
Hustlers, this life this life
Thieves, this life this life
Gamblers, this life this life
N****s, Crackers, Children, Mothers, Fathers, Lovers, Neighbors, Hungry,
Full, The beautiful, the stars, the distance, the close, the stars
The heavens, the floor, the high, the beneath, all, all, everywhere <"this life" throughout>
Everywhere, anywhere, somewhere, home



Come on, this how it goes on
Ghetto people in the world today, Get up 
Look alive, breathe
How it goes

Mother, mother, had in her hands her first born son dead in her hands
The whole thing was a setup, a scam
They knew it was set up and planned n****s he worked with
Brother, brother
I don't see no brother hug all I see is thugger hug
Get rich and f*** the hug
All in one there's some gun smoke from the hug
Lookin for the shorty gun stroke from the hug
That's how they touch the hug
But when I touch the hug, I'll make it bright or black
Because I'm bright or black
And I'm so black I'm bright, shine through the blackest night
Shine when I'm live, shine via satellite
Shout in the hood we get the picture
Cause every time you in the hood you got photographers with ya
What's going on? 
Understand this is real life
This how it goes on, this how it goes on
It keep going on, this how it goes on
Ghetto people look alive get free
Get involved, remain to breathe 
If Marvin was alive now, wow, what would I say to him?
Where could I start, how could I explain to him?
I know the modern world probably looks strange to him
Would he feel like the day had a place for him?
Global imprisonment sickness indifference
When he said save the babies was we listenin’
When he said Merci Merci did he really know that decades later we'd still be killin’ folks
Did he hope, that we would realize
That we the first, son of earth
The moon and stars, the great beyond
We black and proud, we brave and strong
We raise it up, we quiet storm, forever fresh
And keep it on
Ghetto people look alive and free and get real
This how it goes on, and you say you say
This how it goes on, and you say you say
This how it goes on
Ghetto people look alive and free and breathe
Hold the beat, stop the beat, drop the beat 
Hold the beat, stop the beat, got the beat

There ain't nothin to be afraid of
Ghetto people look alive and free and get real
This how it goes on, this how it goes on, keep goin’ on, this how it goes on
Breathe, marvelous, marvelous, marvelous, marvin, modern, marvel

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