Gary Coldman - I See 1101 (僕たちの場所) lyrics

America got bread to k** innocent up in Pakistan, but not enough to give Black children a fighting chance A good school Some f**ing 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**in' problem Blacks in America, yeah we got a f**in' problem U.S. ain't tryna solve it The ones that make it like "f** 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**ing hate us... oh yeah, they f**ing 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 ma** 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***as, 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***a Please make way for a n***a, peep game for a n***a I been going at it since 15, big dreams, wanting big pay for a n***a, uh Little kid had knockoffs from Payless Acquaintances had new J's and laces Middle cla**, 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 title 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 Cla**ifying 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]