Tension Relief - Tennessee Purchase lyrics

Tension Relieva: (Intro) (Yeah, Take a look around It's me in the flesh; It's beautiful baby, truly beautiful Its Tension Relief. Keep ya head up baby, you should be proud to be black Like this) Tension Relieva: (Verse 1) Uh! Take a look around town Tell me what you see Not a damn thang my n***a You must be living on the East That's how it be's Tornado came through And blew it down They ain't rebuilt sh** It's evident They'd rather boot us up out of town, Uh! And you would have to be blind not to see The petty way black folks is getting treated Neighborhoods I used to call my home Looking like everything gone fall to pieces Everyday I ride around town With my windows half down Peeking out from a cloud Peeping out how they spreading us out Section 8 vouchers What I'm talking about is that community pride and that nostalgic feeling It's been damn near ten years When the hell these folks Is gone start rebuilding? It's evident They ain't even trying to bring Merry Lane Court back Or P.V.C., Or that neighborhood That's across the tracks, Uh They send you out Way out Come back and reclaim All this land our family Used to give their heart and their soul to retain Peep game Because that was back when black Was beautiful Just wait and see We move away Then they'll rebuild this hole Miss Joyce: (Chorus) I sometimes wonder Why did children have to cry Instead of being able to shine Some weathered truth got thrown away But lies can't cover up the pain I see reality in my face So what am I supposed to do Solutions are left up to you You close your eyes And turn away Generations died that day But you want everything your way And you still refuse to say... Da Grym Reefer: (Verse 2) As Mista Tension mentioned How our hood got "gone in the wind" No re-write Just gone like "The End" Some lost fam Some lost friends Some lost it all But the hood ain't been the same since East side, West side North side, South side The white folks running this Running us out the hood Saying we living too good But ain't that about a b**h? The world had, looked Stopped and seen Us going through our own Katrina Bush flew over in the sky So high That he could hardy see us ....And though I got touched I didn't get sh** from FEMA We were homeless Think I'm joking? I come from the land of the broken Homes Where the crack heads roam Break into your home Have the nerve to try to build some Hundred thousand dollar homes In my hood Where at best If we could Maybe get a loan for Twenty-five G's So you've got kids to feed You gonna work to d**h Or you gonna cop some keys Capitalists Capitalizing on our catastrophes But you say America's f**ed up They say you're speaking blasphemy But I ain't naive enough To think "My country 'tis of thee" For a second For a moment Could really give a sh** for me (n***a please) Miss Joyce: (Chorus) I sometimes wonder Why did children have to cry Instead of being able to shine Some weathered truth got thrown away But lies can't cover up the pain I see reality in my face So what am I supposed to do Solutions are left up to you You close your eyes And turn away Generations died that daaaaaaaay You still refuuuuse to saaaaay... (One daaaay).....