Danny - Talk To You (remix) lyrics

Yeah You know I had to do a remix, right? D. Swain, let's go [Verse 1] Hate crimes, rape, lies, feelings of hopelessness Crack fiends on the corner looking for dope to get Teenage mothers and the stress that they copin' with Drunk babydaddys beatin' on 'em with open fists And this the thanks that we supposed to get I got a big can of worms, pardon me if I open it But I gotta speak this before somebody else does So bump this in your speakers from the lobbies to the health clubs America, we owe you so much more But our problems keep poppin' up like a doughnut store We borrow money from our little brother just to stay high But when we pa** him on the street, we don't even say hi America, if you had a face You'd be shedding tears And I'll bet that you'd be all cried out Man I wish this was a game so I could call time-out Or a foul or somethin' Baby it's now or nothin' I wanna talk to you [Chorus] - 2X I wanna talk to you I wanna talk to you [Verse 2] 'Cause we disgrace you everyday while AIDS runs rampant Activists for civil rights? Yeah, they parade on campus But their campaigns are falling on deaf ears And it's a damn shame racism is dead everywhere except here One person uses d** to escape the pain Times that by a million and, what do you gain? A million Americans are addicts, man I've had it Up to here, maybe better luck next year Yo it's about time we had this little heart-to-heart 'Cause other people wouldn't have the heart to start To sit and speak to you like you was a real person I'm talkin' to you like you was a real person And as the mouthpiece Of every single citizen without peace Direction and leadership I'ma spit it 'til your ears can't believe this sh** We got weapons of ma** destruction, and we is it I wanna talk to you [Chorus] - 2X [Verse 3] Man I'll be damned if I have other people choosin' my role I swear this sh**'ll have you losing control I'm just a baby boy, 21, brand new to the polls But I'll be voting like I'm used to the rigamarole Livin' in cold for so long, my hands have frostbite But I'm happy that we're having this talk like My thoughts might, start a revolution of sorts I'd be glad to be a leader, let me carry a torch To spark a generation of youth I'm penetratin' the truth With the words that I spit in the booth And I ain't trying to give a sob story But the truth is, America you've been robbed of glory You've had it rough, bad luck Name dragged in mud And I've had enough But if everybody's to blame, then who must pay? Am I the only one that cares about the USA? I wanna talk to you [Chorus] - 2X