Arrested Development - On Conscious lyrics

Yo, this tangled web we weave, you know I'm sayin' We judge based on what only we believe And not on what God believe, all of us man we just people We're just trying to get through this thing called life, man All of us made mistakes, keepin' making mistakes We made being conscious into a religion instead of a tool man I was trapped deep in this judgmental thing too I'ma come at it like this I had some thoughts about the black conscious scene The red, the black, the green, Afrocentric routine Whether we be consciously or sub-consciously aware or keen Or just knocked on conscious Now of course it's great to feel great about your race Your nose, your face, your country, even your state Your spicy foods, your unique attitudes What makes me, me and you, you But all roots come from just one source, the Creator That's the missing link that justified having slaves for the enslaver Thinking one is lesser and the others greater One's lost, the other the savior On the conscious scene, you'll find more greetings instead Than in a Hallmark store, where hellos are said And the brother nods his head and what's next is his fist to his chest How you doing God? Oh I'm blessed In the conscious scene there's more blessed human beings Than there is gra** that's green, at least that's how it seems Bingo, sayin' blessed has become just lingo 'Cuz stressed is how it really goes And we think deep down and when no one else is around In the conscious scene we take things to the extreme We won't call a sista, sista, we call the sista queen But a queen is royalty so we should treat her that way But if you ask does she feel like a queen, I wonder what she'd say If she's conscious, she'd probably say I'm blessed, I guess Even if her relationship's a mess In the conscious scene we don't confess Anything that's not perfect It don't mean wack stuff ain't goin' on We just quilt our covers to be strong And cover up And [Incomprehensible] our seemingly righteous wrongs Now the conscious scene will judge you quick If you now use rollers when you used to use a pick or opposite One day a perm, the next all natural But what change did you're heart undergo? Is the good heart determined by a Fro? What if the KKK wore Fro's would dey suddenly have soul? If I don't hug you on both sides am I truly off balance? If I shake with my left hand did I truly disrespect the man? Man o man, it's hard to be a conscious African If you're conscious of the double stand I mean double standards, understand? Oops, I mean over stand there it goes again I guess it's just the way of the world or may be just the way of the words Speakin' of words, the conscious scene is ain't down wit the way 2Pac and Biggie did dey things, now ain't that sumpin'? They're just more blatant wit their womanizing statements While we're more slick but will make booty calls just as quick Like Atari both of us controlled solely by our joysticks We diss the white man for being so materialistic Yet we the only ones going ballistic to get his materials We ice friends to make cream We pa** around a pipe just to have a dream, yeah God I know God is higher than we are But not higher than we are, get it? We can stop callin' each other n***as But won't guns still have triggers? And won't our hands still have fingers And won't we still be finger lickin', eatin' chicken black folks? We must be proud of our roots but there is no substitute For the fact we're all wack Whether white, Jewish, Asian, Hispanic, Indian or black The truth is we're all ruthless And our love is as conditional as medical insurance And without the man Jesus we're hopeless I say the man not the slave ship But the one spoke of in God's man*script And not the one painted wit a pale face at yo grandma's crib And surely not the one at dem churches that's all preach and no live If we're gonna be conscious, let's start really being conscious About treatin' our wives with respect not takin' dey welfare checks And start puttin' all fake jokas in straight up check No more thinkin' wit our joysticks No more takin' chick flicks at freak nic While we way that the white man is so sick 'Cuz until we stop bein' such hypocrites We gonna continue to be knocked on conscious, can you dig it? I been wonderin', isn't it for us to wrong? Standin' out here all alone when we can go home I been wonderin', isn't it for us to cry Makin moves just to get by, seachin' for the light I been wonderin', isn't it for us to wrong? Standin' out here all alone when we can go home I been wonderin', isn't it for us to cry Makin' moves just to get by, seachin' for the light