[Intro]
Shout out Charlie Zimbo
Michael
Danny Basckin
Phila ngezwa
Semi-pro, let's get it
[Verse 1: Elisha]
Look
It's like they crafted a jurisprudence for stupid students
My eyes are telling white supremacy huge influence
I could make a few improvements
But being the leader of a student movement
Really means just proving that you're super fluent
Talk to my people tell them
You can do it even when they
Probably can't
And, probably aren't
Gonna ask why the cops
Always gotta be armed
When, all we've done is talk
And nobody's been harmed
When all we've got are chants
And a lottery chance
[Hook]
But gla** houses aside I'm sick of these damn ceilings
I got, thousands of lines
Scrbble my sad feelings
In fact, I wrote a note about blacks
And crack dealing
Cause that's all I really know how to rap
And rap's healing
[Verse 2]
But where can we be African, Zulu and unafraid
Cause I often wonder if you were you
Who were underpaid
Would you listen to Tutu?
If we're truthful enough today
The truth ain't enough, revolution is underway
We gon' make it
But I grow tired of pretending
That we've waited
And soon this entire thing is ending
While I'm sending applications
And expressing my tremendous admiration
For these men who haven't ever had the patience
Oh
White capital
Forge my manacles
A little more time to ensure I'm practical
Look, if I'm tactical I'll be in and out
But I've begun to doubt that it's all tyrannical
That's why I'm in the house
Wiggin' out
Yeah I'm in the house
So, pardon my people I'm part of a generation
That never gave any pardons or pa**ed any declarations
They promised us reparations
Now they taking advantage of our patience
So, they changing the heart of Mandela's nation
They'll harvest what they planted
They're asking for devastation
If they're placing all their patents and profits in front of patience
Don't bother with preparation
We've started with education
Pray that all the carnage don't our reputation
Afraid that all this bondage gon' bind us for generations
[Hook]
But gla** houses aside I'm sick of these damn ceilings
I got, thousands of lines
Scrbble my sad feelings
In fact, I wrote a note about blacks
And crack dealing
Cause that's all I really know how to rap
And rap's healing
[Outro]
I don't wanna go right now
And I don't wanna say these words out loud
But who gon' tell my people's story?
Who gon' tell my people's story?
Hmmm...
I just wanna say thank you to Charlie Zimbo
For making this beautiful piece of music
And, and Daniel Basckin: musical genius
Semi-pro