YC The Cynic - Hunts Point Diaspora lyrics

[Verse 1] Black was a disadvantage, we turned strength You turned straight to a ditch and panicked Feared for your life when you veered right to another planet Families so used to famine that we don't know we're famished If we don't know you then we don't owe you no f**ing answers You left us to be a leftist and now we f**ing Panthers You wrecked the h*mo-Erectus and made us Marilyn Manson And though you left with our legends you left us Chairman Hampton We put our hands to the heavens and clipped our hedges We hand in hand with our blessings Our message go hand and hand with the brethren we breaking bread with Precious money is just as oppressing as any weapon Raising rent tryna press all us negus closer together Put a f**ing liquor store in the middle and call it ghetto Put a complex right where we left and call it progression Value this lesson properly, property values lessons Soon as hip hop stepped into your sector, but any second I'mma bounce [Hook] (Bounce, bounce, bounce) Who wanna get out? Focus your energy where it counts Homie, I said bounce, bounce Who wants to get out? Get your belongings up out your house Homie, I said bounce, bounce Who wanna get out? Get all your money from your accounts Homie, I said bounce, bounce Who wanna get out? Get your belongings up out your house Homie, I said bounce [Verse 2] Black was a disadvantage, we turned strength You turned gray when we didn't panic We made change from throne change when it didn't damage Threw c**aine through closed gates, but we didn't vanish The most rebellious souls reusing dirty canvas They used to see us as rouge, but now we running rampant Upon your campus, enrolled in the most advanced cla**es Who would've known the son of a slave could get his master's? You gotta imagine being attacked for being attached to being a ba*tard Descendants of savages, defending being abandoned Instead of being in bandages, banned from being in status A hazard, born and raised, arranged to be in a casket I pray for the nuns and pastors, seeing the past tense speaking the pa**age Cause rapping in godly fashion, don't pa**, even in pa**ing I bet if you found your pa**ion you wouldn't be so pa**ive But there goes the trap of seeing the trap and being trapped in [Hook]