lirik lagu z. konketsuji - i see 1101 (僕たちの場所)
america got bread to k!ll innocent up in pakistan, but not enough to give black children a fighting chance
a good school
some f-cking counselors to help them cope with the fact that they ain’t got a nation that care
if parents wasn’t there, that’s a f-ckin’ problem
blacks in america, yeah we got a f-ckin’ problem
u.s. ain’t tryna solve it
the ones that make it like “f-ck it” and leave, don’t try to off it… don’t try to off it
they say it’s ’bout the kids, ’cause baby, they the future
they in the trap but can be aimed away from the stupor
if we invested more money, time, and love, we’d see all the above come back up out the hoods
if it’s about the kids, at least provide them education to make up for the lack of it, at home, ’cause no poem that’s spewed from a rappers mouth
could adequately heal all the wounds caused by what exactly this country ’bout
how can you be so present, but not a gift to the world?
why we still look at reverends, the world been in a twirl
how can we bet it all on a spirit to come and save us when police forces across america shootin’ up your neighbors
and neighbors shootin’ your neighbors?
no really, a true story, my neighbor shootin’ my neighbor
from 50 to 36,162,720 feet, yeah, they f-cking hate us… oh yeah, they f-cking hate us
see in reality, no movement worse than the silence
we need to be ’bout that action, know i ain’t talking gang violence
america, america, vortex of violent m-ss hysteria
cortex filled with black and white matter, not the two combined
a consciousness that is split, rearing the whole system blind, behind
inclined, to deceive although history can be cited
got me wondering how we in a state that is united when since our country’s inception we’ve been completely divided
the ones that been here the longest is the ones that’s on the bottom
or rich with white skin, the architects of the slalom
and it’s all down hill for all parties involved
even the ones that got money, ’cause they’re coming for it all
i’m fighting for eternal life
i’m fighting for eternal life
it ain’t coming from jesus christ, it’s coming through steady fight
i ain’t complete without you
you ain’t complete without me
your kids ain’t going to eat?
then mine ain’t going to eat
we’re facing total defeat, complete, collective deceit
help me lift off my feet
i can lead us to achieve
you can lead us to achieve
we moving by any means…
look, lookie here, lookie here, the ghetto been taking more punches than kimbo slice’s beard
and i see, like blind hear, it’s that precise i swear it
when it comes to what’s ahead like the police’s mighty sheriff
or like the skull that’s on your shoulders and the spine
i swear with time my grind will evolve into penetration
the nation will see, a black male can be, the product of a seed that promotes peace and equality
don’t expect me to part the sea, or shape a bureaucracy, or follow a cross that be, worshiped awesomely
it cost to be the new leader, the one that never folds
not paper or that chair that you placed on top of your porch
’cause that’s a folding porch monkey, when you black
and you ain’t sittin’ on no money
you being sat on, late night like jimmy fallon, and you’re gone off in these streets
thinking that these n-gg-s, not god, gon’ have your soul to keep
i swear we all heard it before
know i probably sound like a mormon standin’ at your door
but my message don’t pertain to a god or a fictional work
this is work, work, work, word to ferg and the mob
please make way for a n-gg-
please make way for a n-gg-, peep game for a n-gg-
i been going at it since 15, big dreams, wanting big pay for a n-gg-, uh
little kid had knockoffs from payless
acquaintances had new j’s and laces
middle cl-ss, mixed boy forced out of that
hand-me-downs, avirex and jnco was the starter pack
pops told me it got lower
there was another type of poor to explore
first generation out of segregation in a nation that left my pops growing up without runnin’ water
he let me know that my people were being destroyed as if the world was employed by satanic spirits
nation based off blood and imperialism
made me sick to my stomach, blacks been dyin’ from it
maybe if all our leaders were leaders that turned my peers to achievers that fully destroyed the cleavers used to chop us up
then we would see an uplift of people and evil would no longer take hold of blacks and we could finally get a cut
a boy asking “what can he do?”
still asking at 22
besides speak my mind until i really claim a t-tle
i’m grippin’ on to the science, they grippin’ on to the bible
say they ain’t trust government, but wanna get rid of rifles
political cycles got us psycho, major typos on the pages that we wrote for our future
cl-ssifying the lesser off as moochers
went from md to nyc, to overseas, and still i see, powers that be, corrupt from greed, but i stay z, finale, final word, to who we be…
i see a third horn poking through your brow, there’s evil in you now, but we know that those horns could be a crown [x3]
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