Sabzi - Evening Chai lyrics

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Sabzi - Evening Chai lyrics

I taste the evening and breath in the crisp pacific northwest air As it's leavin' my lips crack the bits This visual kiss, the Puget Sound And the bluest of skies Two sides of the abyss This city was built on the backs of the brave Who gave up their home for a dollar a day The same folks who rose up, demanded minimum wage Unofficial slaves not given a page A photograph or a paragraph written to claim them Some got the nerve to say go back to where you came from Same ones who stole the land from chief sealth And then named the city after him As if to say we honor you Right after we conquered you and pillaged your home Soil fertilized with indigenous bones Jimi Hendrix, Ray Charles and Quincy Jones Japanese jazz now hip hop in home At seventh and Jackson the microphone's open Subvert a culture genocide seven years goin' In the moment and the music Time to show and prove it Never will you see me be a Judas to the movement Used to be a student of the beat until I mastered it And then I set it free to let it be the energy That I command when I spit Illest sh** heard out of mangled tight lips I like sisters with hips I like sisters with hope even better than those Blow spirit through the smoke out my mouth and my nose I pose questions like ‘why folks wear locs at night' Either to look swa** or the moon is too bright These dudes with tight shirts and spiked hair Hit up the late night Chinese joint with fanfare Fresh off the club, one stumblin' drunk Ain't worth my time, he's just a mumblin' punk He be acting like a chump but he still my brown brother Sister by your side dyed hair with fake eyes Probably wonders why she attracts the fake guys I sigh under south side night skies My people, young brown and gifted conversely The people I belong to believe me it hurts me To use the same fist that I raise against the system To co*k back and hit em Getting all caught up in the movement and the music Time to show and prove it Never will you see me be a Judas to the movement Used to be a student of the beat until I mastered it And then I set it free to let it be the energy That I command when I spit Illest sh** heard out of mangled tight lips I like sisters with hips, I like sisters with hopes Even better than those Who blow spirit through the smoke out my mouth and my nose And then I breath out my mouth and my nose And then I breath out my mouth and my nose And then I breath