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Life moves pretty fast, |
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You don't stop and look around once in a while you could miss it. |
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Look, I've been away from my city, the city's changes aint pretty |
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Theys still be playing the dizzy. |
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Forgotten corners, the city's forgotten its warriors, |
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Who died young, i aint taking the sun is shining before us. |
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I rhyme, rotten bodies fertilizing the forest of concrete and glass |
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Foul hearted police aiming their gas. |
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My head hangover beats my hope goes slaying the past |
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And days i couldn't glade to the pack. |
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We the same kids they'd be sending to invade Iraq, and they per say to crack. |
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I got that Gray Goose and OJ in the glass. |
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The last day before my cousin hit the pen down the swing, |
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I came back to the town just to be down with the king. |
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And love is surrounding it seems, |
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Just then he find out it his baby cousin fell off a balcony. |
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Images of involving paradise is drowning me. |
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Lost souls and I can't let go until no |
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The same scenario that rules double bello |
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Black, brownted yellow |
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Southsiders tell the devil hello |
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And heaven by and it hurts to much to ask why. |
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From places of plenty to the space with no pity the force is changing our city, |
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One day at a time. |
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If I don't change whats been given, |
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What can I say to my children who gonna be claiming this city, |
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One day at a time. |
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I grew up on Capitol Hill |
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With two parents and two cars. |
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They had a beautiful marriage, we even had a swing set in our yard. |
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My mom didn't have a job, because my dad made enough money that we could live comfortably and he could support us. |
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Now, he commute to Tacoma, so we knew we be good. |
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But then I realized everybody looked just like me in my neighborhood. |
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I go to school, which was diverse. |
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But indeed us, I got sandwiches and carpi suns well my friends ate their free lunch. |
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It's crazy trying to look back, cause when I was growing up |
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I didn't understand the fact was there's something called a social status. |
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And my black friends wanted my financial bracket. |
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And then my city's divided, |
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From neighborhood to neighborhood |
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We're polarized but we claim we're progressive. |
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The police shoot in the hood but never once in my residence. |
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As a white person been shot at we'd stopped in a Lexus. |
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And to think that we have claimed that so much has changed |
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Since Brown verses the bored of education and Roe verses Wade. |
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But around my way it all stays the same, |
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They just figured out a way to septate the black and white ways. |
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From places of plenty to the space with no pity the force is changing our city, |
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One day at a time. |
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If I don't change whats been given, |
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What can I say to my children who gonna be claiming this city, |
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One day at a time. |
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From places of plenty to the space with no pity the force is changing our city, |
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One day at a time. |
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If I don't change whats been given, |
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What can I say to my children who gonna be claiming this city, |
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One day at a time. |
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Say its the richest city in the world, |
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Riding, its just a pimp city in the shadows of Amazon's office site. |
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And the jungle down the slide in Jose Rizas park. |
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Its hard in the gate with a trail to a place over I-5 |
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Where families survive, most my early life we'd known about it |
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Called development. |
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They kick them folks out and move them around every chance they can since so sacred of homelessness but ignoring them aint goin to change it |
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And tearing down there decks aint gonna make your ass safer. |
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For all that paper wasting, just to build up Safeco, |
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While Garfeild High School still remains like a slave boat. |
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Oh, we gave up on hope a long time ago son. |
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I woke on this floor after pacing hours before, mind racing like a child torn in war zones. |
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With every side challenge we need to manage and understand this balance I can't fall or falter. |
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Brother, I'm just the author and no amount of words offered is ever been enough alter this system swallowing souls broke my own folks from up coast. |
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Only dreams close of what America was supposed to be. |
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But works for rich only the south in reality. |
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Take my family back to what they were running from before, when they left that war. |
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Same shit, different continent. |
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Home don't exist anymore. |
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Home don't exist anymore. |
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The 206 today is just aint the same. |
