J Dilla - Gandhi Posters lyrics

Living life to the fullest, never know when you're gonna go 'Cause you might catch a bullet taking two steps up out your home Take two steps into your cla**room, might be the last two Steps you ever take before someone busts in and blasts you Hearing 'bout Sandy Hook makes me wanna blast myself I just want some peace, I don't care about cash and wealth I don't wanna live in a world where humanity lacks humanity So I pray every night for the families Of the innocent lives taken because of that man's insanity ...Is this the world I really live in? Fifty years from now is anything gonna be different? If not, I honestly don't see the point in living Guess I gotta be one to change it so I'm on a mission I don't got a lotta power but a voice that you can listen Maybe get enlightened, don't be frightened looking at my vision 'Cause I don't wanna be the only one fighting but I'm willing... See I can't do much but I'm doing all that I can do You gotta listen to your calling when your calling's calling you Everybody wants a change but nobody's falling through Man I want some change and dollas too, I'm tired of these IOU's I'm tired of the violence, tired of discrimination Sick of the contagious hatred our nation's constantly facing... It's why I stay in, you hearing what I'm sayin'? sh**, I know you hear it but are you paying attention? Or are you too distracted, scrolling through Instagram? I need to say a punchline to capture your damn attention span? Each and every one of y'all pathetic And when it comes to spreading peace, please don't give me credit I just can't believe my planet's this dumb So I pray for God to give me strength to spread some wisdom What I need to do to get everybody closer? Buy each and every one of y'all Mahatma Gandhi posters? I just wanna say something to capture your attention Have some jurisdiction in this game Maybe rap a verse of wisdom that'll grab and turn your vision Towards something positive, you got to give me credit, I said it, the worst musician To every jerk indifferent, to any words intricate I swear your verbs are midjets to the first to blurt some sickness As ridiculous as this sh**, spittin' this business You'd best dismiss yourself from gettin' in, but you're more than welcome to listen Just, lend me your mind for a second While I bust, plenty more rhymes reppin' Texas You gotta trust, my city's fine as I says it Is so come visit.... San Antonio ... City is the shiznit ... Swear that sh**'s exquisite