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Jean Grae - Block Party lyrics
{*35 second intro is a conversation* [Verse One] Listen I don't wanna preach or come off bitter, this is a commentary auditory Editorial, about the state of things, state of mind and state of being What the fuck is goin on?How the fuck we gonna make it out? It's hectic, from asbestos filled classrooms to the stench of death that's still in New York The air is thick with it, but it reaches further Like the world murder rate Circulate, cultivate your mind and soul, your heart and your body So stagnant; niggaz, get off your block and travel Stop actin like your flesh is metal and your hood's a magnet We need to globalize, further spread on this earth to appreciate the full value of individual worth To realize how ridiculous the thought of ownership is and protectin your turf - that's bullshit man That's how we got colonized Missionaries create foreign schools and change the native way & thinkin So in ten years, we can have a foreign Columbine in some small village in the Amazon, c'mon man [Chorus] You need to get out your house, get off your block, and see somethin Go do somethin, go CHANGE somethin, or else we fall for nothin You need to, travel the world And when you come back, tell your girl and your girl and your girl.. and your man and your man and your man.. you understand? So spread the word [Verse Two] It's every man for himself That's why the black community is lackin in wealth, there's no unity We soon to be chillin with rich white folk and that means that we made it Let our kids go hungry before our wardrobe is outdated Rap careers are drug related, ballplayers, we need more lawyers More housin and job created, why we waitin for it to be given? We need to get up, and get out, and make our own livin Instead of just makin more, inner-city children More doctors in your building, righteous cops next door If the system's corrupt, then change it Fought for the right to vote, don't even use it Forget electoral winnin The way the world's goin, we in the ninth inning Heh, and we still aren't up to bat Niggaz is happy just to have the rights to sit on the bench Like floor seats is alright, and that's as far as we reach Materialistic values, not morals, that's what we teach I see it in the youth, hungry for fame and money Not for knowledge and pursuit of the truth Pick up a book or a newspaper Take a free class in politics or human behavior We need to stop actin victimized, it's like we're day-walkin blind Open your eyes, there's a whole world out there [Chorus] [Verse Three] And you don't have to agree, or just be happy Content and lose your hunger, push further Cause I don't believe that pipe dreams exist The world is what you make it, your life is all that you got So take it to the limit Why would you deny your spirit growth and happiness? And if your peoples hold you back, they not your peoples at all You know the, misery cliche Ladies, know your worth; the way we givin it up We might as well auction ourselves on eBay, to the lowest bidder So what if his dough is better?Money doesn't make the man Maybe self-sufficiency would better make you understand Let's get it together There's so much promise and it's just goin to waste We turn crude, lack of class, lack of taste And trust, they laughin at us It's slow genocide And I don't care how many bottles of Cristal you pop It won't un-expose you as a known pedophile Native child, runnin wild, to the ends of the earth I'll see y'all at the last hundred miles, bet [Chorus] - repeat 2X {*conversation to fade* |
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