Cam O'bi - High for Hours lyrics

[Intro] This is called being high as sh**, for hours That's the name of this song, n***a "High as sh** for Hours" Here we go, yeah [Verse 1] American hypocrisy, oh, let me count the ways They came here seekin' freedom Then they end up ownin' slaves Justified it usin' Christianity which saves Religion don't mean sh**, there's too much ego in the way That's why ISIS is a crisis But in reality this country do the same sh** Take a life and call it righteous Remember when Bin Laden got k**ed, supposedly? In a hotel lobby after a show, was noticin' These white ladies watchin' CNN, coverin' the action They read the headline and then they all started clappin' As if LeBron had just scored a basket at the buzzer I stood there for a second, watched them high-five each other For real? I thought this was "Thou shalt not k**" But police still lettin' off on n***as in the Ville Claimin' that he reached for a gun They really think we dumb and got a d**h wish Now somebody's son is layin' breathless When I was a little boy my father lived in Texas Pulled up in Toyota, drove that b**h like it was Lexus Put my bag in his trunk and headed off for Dallas Out there for the summer, feelin' just like I was Alice Lost in the Wonderland where n***as still sufferin' Just like they was back home, and that's wrong So now it's "f** the government!" They see my n***as strugglin' And they don't give a f** at all, and that's wrong, yeah [Hook] The type of sh** that make you wanna The type of sh** that make you wanna let go The type of sh** that make you wanna The type of sh** that make you wanna let go [Verse 2] I had a convo with the President, I paid to go and see him Thinkin' about the things I said I'd say when I would see him Feelin' nervous, sittin' in a room full of white folks Thinkin' about the black man plight, think I might choke Nope, raised my hand and asked a man a question Does he see the struggle of his brothers in oppression? And if so, if you got all the power in the clout As the President, what's keepin' you from helpin' n***as out? Well, I didn't say "n***a," but you catch my drift He looked me in my eyes and spoke and he was rather swift He broke the issues down and showed me he was well-aware I got the vibe he was sincere and that the brother cared But dawg, you in the chair, what's the hold up? He said, "There's things that I wanna fix But you know this sh**, n***a: politics." Don't stop fightin' and don't stop believin' You can make the world better for your kids before you leave it Change is slow, always has been, always will be But f** that, I'ma bust back 'til they k** me Change is slow, always has been, always will be But f** that, I'ma bust back until they k** me—feel me? [Hook] The type of sh** that make you wanna (Aight, third verse) The type of sh** that make you wanna let go The type of sh** that make you wanna The type of sh** that make you wanna let go [Verse 3] Here's a thought for my revolutionary heart Take a deeper look at history, it's there to pick apart See, the people at the top, they get to do just what they want 'Til after a while the people at the bottom finally get smart Then they start to holla "Revolution!" Tired of livin' here, destitution f** that lootin'! Can you tell me what's the best solution? I used to think it was to overthrow oppressors, see If we destroy the system, that means we'll have less of greed But see, it's not that simple I got to thinkin' about the history of human nature While this instrumental played Then I realized somethin' that made Me wonder if revolution was really ever the way Before you trip and throw a fit over these words I say Think about this sh** for a second, you heard the way The children in abusive households grow up Knockin' girlfriends out cold—that's called a cycle Abused becomes the abuser and that's just how life go So understand You get the power, but you know what power does to man? Corruption always leads us to the same sh** again So when you talk 'bout revolution Dawg, I hear just what you sayin' What good is takin' over When we know what you gon' do? The only real revolution happens right inside of you I said, what good is takin' over When we know what you gon' do? The only real revolution happens right inside of you, n***a [Hook] The type of sh** that make you wanna (High for hours, n***a) The type of sh** that make you wanna let go (Volume one) The type of sh** that make you wanna The type of sh** that make you wanna let go