9th Wonder & Murs - Tale of Two Cities lyrics

There's two sides to my city, a red side and a blue side to my city Too many died in my city, imagine if we all unified in my city There's two sides to my city, a red side and a blue side to my city Too many died in my city, imagine if we all unified in my city Black Adidas sandals with the stripes Socks pulled up I'm West Coast for life On my way to the store on the little homies bike And I don't break a sweat I let the young n***as fight I done earned my stripes no you might lose your life On any given night Them black and white cars Them dudes inside ain't from streets like ours So they hop out with their guns drawn Make us lay down on the front lawn Knights take pawns to the holding cell We hope we make bail by dawn That's what really goes on Where's Bunchy Carter man it's been too long Geronimo Ji Jaga hope Obama free Asata we just doing what we gotta Shout out to Tookie Williams Shout out to T. Rodgers Shout out to all the homies locked down with no fathers We had a lot of problems, seen a lot of drama Some believe in Jesus, few of us believe in karma We got daughters, a couple baby Mamas But love can't compete with the power of a dollar You see over seas is what they building Impalas While we're working in the streets cause a job not promised Graduate to a key become a street scholar Cause red and blue rags are the new blue collar It's hard to swallow make me wanna holla But you came hear my voice the radio don't bother Could play the positive I give you knowledge On the whole west coast there ain't no one Black college Wonder why we got problems Without knowledge of yourself it's impossible to solve em The land of smog and earthquakes Thought I'd be dead by my twenty first birthday Fed cars, we ride dirty because the block's hot Kevlar under Ibaka jersey's to block shots When you enter a city that's never known winter Redistrict just so they can cut us out of the Staples Center That's less funding for schools Now the kids with the guns make the rules Hunger Games, Battle Royale, Lord Of The Flies The city's re-born while more of us die Gentrify, genocide, everywhere the rent is high Watch a local business die then wonder why the tensions rise We use music as release, as a Zulu I should teach so I do it over beats The future's in our reach find solutions to the beef Get every shooter in the streets to ride for universal peace