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Listen |
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I don't wanna preach or come off bitter, this is a commentary auditory |
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Editorial, about the state of things, state of mind and state of being |
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What the fuck is goin on? How the fuck we gonna make it out? |
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It's hectic, from asbestos filled classrooms |
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To the stench of death that's still in New York |
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The air is thick with it, but it reaches further |
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Like the world murder rate |
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Circulate, cultivate your mind and soul, your heart and your body |
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So stagnant; niggaz, get off your block and travel |
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Stop actin like your flesh is metal and your hood's a magnet |
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We need to globalize, further spread on this earth |
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To appreciate the full value of individual worth |
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To realize how ridiculous the thought of ownership is |
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And protectin your turf - that's bullshit man |
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That's how we got colonized |
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Missionaries create foreign schools and change the native way & thinkin |
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So in ten years, we can have a foreign Columbine |
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In some small village in the Amazon, c'mon man |
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[Chorus] |
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You need to get out your house, get off your block, and see somethin |
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Go do somethin, go CHANGE somethin, or else we fall for nothin |
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You need to, travel the world |
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And when you come back, tell your girl and your girl and your girl.. |
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And your man and your man and your man.. you understand? |
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So spread the word |
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[Verse Two] |
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It's every man for himself |
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That's why the black community is lackin in wealth, there's no unity |
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We soon to be chillin with rich white folk |
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And that means that we made it |
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Let our kids go hungry before our wardrobe is outdated |
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Rap careers are drug related, ballplayers, we need more lawyers |
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More housin and job created, why we waitin for it to be given? |
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We need to get up, and get out, and make our own livin |
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Instead of just makin more, inner-city children |
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More doctors in your building, righteous cops next door |
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If the system's corrupt, then change it |
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Fought for the right to vote, don't even use it |
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Forget electoral winnin |
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The way the world's goin, we in the ninth inning |
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Heh, and we still aren't up to bat |
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Niggaz is happy just to have the rights to sit on the bench |
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Like floor seats is alright, and that's as far as we reach |
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Materialistic values, not morals, that's what we teach |
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I see it in the youth, hungry for fame and money |
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Not for knowledge and pursuit of the truth |
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Pick up a book or a newspaper |
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Take a free class in politics or human behavior |
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We need to stop actin victimized, it's like we're day-walkin blind |
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Open your eyes, there's a whole world out there |
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[Chorus] |
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[Verse Three] |
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And you don't have to agree, or just be happy |
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Content and lose your hunger, push further |
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Cause I don't believe that pipe dreams exist |
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The world is what you make it, your life is all that you got |
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So take it to the limit |
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Why would you deny your spirit growth and happiness? |
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And if your peoples hold you back, they not your peoples at all |
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You know the, misery cliche |
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Ladies, know your worth; the way we givin it up |
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We might as well auction ourselves on eBay, to the lowest bidder |
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So what if his dough is better? Money doesn't make the man |
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Maybe self-sufficiency would better make you understand |
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Let's get it together |
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There's so much promise and it's just goin to waste |
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We turn crude, lack of class, lack of taste |
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And trust, they laughin at us |
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It's slow genocide |
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And I don't care how many bottles of Cristal you pop |
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It won't un-expose you as a known pedophile |
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Native child, runnin wild, to the ends of the earth |
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I'll see y'all at the last hundred miles, bet |
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[Chorus x2] |
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[conversation to fade] |