Lyrics:
It's our mental condition
One thing lacks is education
Institutions fuck with our
Emotions are elastic
They stretch out and back
Stretch out
conditions
Domestication and separation, present conditions
Was meant for education, not to permanently live in
I'm growing up, and I'm breaking my old beliefs
it,
But will it be born?
Better put your pieces in position,
Housing, education, work conditions,
All of its a mission,
Better listen.
I'm an Mc,
moving's not funny
School system condition your child
To be a dummy
Ain't no education in education honey
School teacher's only rackin' up
A little money
Education is their business
Women to know that they are equal
Why work for love if it shows no profit
You'll only earn emotional losses
Wasting
I'll remind them that the pen is greater than the sword
Remind them every time, it's greater than the sword
Education we defend, it's gonna save
talk, no verse
If you see me at the end
Make it no holla
Condition of naija, they make me, they talk
Condition of this nation, they make me, they yank
it's at
A big pot and tripley chin
Oh what condition my condition was in
Laughing at myself at what a crying shame
What ever happened to my Greek godly
anything fi smile bout
Look at the school weh deh youth dem go fi get dem education
Do you see anything fi smile bout
Look at the conditions of our police
lower level
To condition your condition
We're gonna do a song
That you never heard before
Make you all jump along to the education
Brothers gonna
The position being taken is not to be mistaken
For attempted education or righteous accusation
Only a description, just an observation
pragmatism, altruism, pacifism
Idealism
Actualism, rehabilitation-ism, ostracism
Skepticism small fish ball for recognition
Oppressor and oppres condition
Sex,
of the time all of the time
With No Skills and no form of education
it's so hard to find good occupation
ghetto life is hard look at living condition
but
False pictures of your life Incredible
Your stories your lies Unbearable
Do you think I’m that f***ing Gullible
Your condition called c***
La vie de ma mère qu'il me reste des tonnes d'inspiration
Je dois juste casser les barrières de mon éducation
Chez moi ça ne se fait pas de dire
around in a chariot
I'm all in condition
I'm all on a mission
To play for the greatest
My drives on a thousand
I'm riding around in a chariot
Okay
Look
a blow of torture
They hear me, they fear me, they hear me, they fear me
I'm improving the conditions of the rap industry
The beat will expand, to land
a blow of torture
They hear me, they fear me, they hear me, they fear me
I'm improving the conditions of the rap industry
The beat will expand, to land
Uh, what's happening CC?
They still call it the White House
But that's a temporary condition, too
Can you dig it, CC?
To each his reach
And if
Uh, what's happening CC?
They still call it the White House
But that's a temporary condition, too
Can you dig it, CC?
To each his reach
And if
an education you could only be a tramp
Grow 'grain' shoes, no haircut, just plain ole country
Don't worry 'bout the fellows gonna calling you green
Because
but my ambition won't let me live in this poor condition
That doesn't care about color, creed, or your religion
Priests, politicians gotta listen
Exchanging laughter for my tears
[Chorus]
I don't know, y'all, we in a real deposition
In the midst of all this negative condition
Divided by beliefs,
Pick up lift up yourself ina creation
Appreciation
Fi show each other a recognition
Appreciation
Gratitude and love with no condition
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