Glynn Coco - Wage War lyrics

[Intro: Cleo] Damn, before they started laying people off... They was paying folks fifteen dollars and hour at that place (Oh man, that's good money!) n***a, fifteen dollars a hour I'd be an ol'... "What I gotta do sir" a** motherf**er... [Verse 1: Jean Grae] Ever since I was a young girl, watched mama working harder than than my father Even though he got the praise for it Name and his fame and acclaim for it Meanwhile she managing two kids and managing his files And her sh**, blacklisted because her Black fist shade was a distance from what is considered to be Black Resistance, woman, immigrant, activist, brilliant Should've been enough for me give up, but being a rebel just only told me I should live up She said do better than me it's a different world you live in, and little me Believed the keys that I was given, put em in the locks and they opened boxes full Of unattained pain, paradoxes, problems, chains, losses More sacrifice than I'll tell you Because it'll never sell at my value n***a, please Act like I shouldn't rage for it Watch my peers get paid for it Tears on the floor, and dreams dashed Waited too long to the bore the spawns Cash, fated beyond me, lawd the torch pa**ed Maybe the next gen, won't be gender Based, but in the case of me...December Too late in the game to fight more Literally given my life for ya'll all [Verse 2: Glynn Coco] Sixty-four cents to a dollar, wage war (wage war) Politician in your pocket, you get what you pay for We the Black diamonds, but the white ones weigh more (way more, way more) White ones weigh more So instead of 40 acres we got housing waivers Now they're reaching for the hip to touch them with the tasers Pulled a trigger k**ed a n***a get the story tailored Good behavior ain't a savior if your mother a coffee maker How you like you justice served? What you got a taste for? What you got a taste for? Bought degrees on loan that you still paying for And a name that looks good on paper Let your hair down just because you swear now That moved from there now that can compare now. Right? But, deep down you know that a deep brown Still will catch a beat down even if it's renowned Despite that, we still light up with delight When we get invited to table, 'til we get reminded Pirates love the Midas minus the man Cutting off the hand, cash cropping and repurpose it as pop Fans sipping on, n***as tripping on it So they make a k**ing from it I'm just trying to make a living from it So they make a k**ing from it I'm just trying to make a living of it [Hook] Little boy blue come and bellow on your horn The wolves are on the prowl, it's the calm before the storm Pellet riddled littles and the blood is lukewarm They burning down the town, now we ringing the alarm New crews swarm, said he wasn't armed Pellet riddled littles and the blood is lukewarm Pellet riddled littles and the blood is lukewarm Pellet riddled littles and the blood is lukewarm [Verse 3] Seven four cents to a dollar, wage war (wage war) Politician in your pocket, you get what you pay for We the Black diamonds, but the white ones weigh more (way more, way more) White ones weigh more Breadwinner working double-time to even up the score He stacked a bit of lettuce but they got accounts offshore Got accounts offshore And instead of serving sentences we serving chapters Ever after never coming, throw the whole book at him Only thing we running is the risk of getting captured And a masters ain't a factor when free labor's what they after n***a run faster Phone interview so I tone down my accent Make them feel at ease, they don't need to know I'm Black yet Trying to appease because I need to pay the back rent Get my hair pressed, been a while since I last went Summertime air, better not let my hair sweat Cleaner than a reverend at a river doing backbends (hallelujah) Whole days work, but I'm bringing home a fraction That's the cost of living when you chillin' in your Black skin [Pre-Hook] Sixty-four cents to a dollar, wage war (wage war) Politician in your pocket, you get what you paid for We the Black diamonds, but the white ones weigh more (way more, way more) White ones weigh more We the Black diamonds, but the white ones weigh more (way more, way more) White ones weigh more We the Black diamonds, but the white ones weigh more (way more, way more) White ones weigh more We the Black diamonds, but the white ones weigh more (I'm just trying to make a living) Wage war [Hook]