You see how easy it is
To write us off
When we re-rewrite history
Revolution’s popped off
And we become that force
That we’ve been waiting for
We’ve been waiting for (x2)
I fell in love with hip hop, 2001
That’s like two years after Dre dropped 2001
You tell me who’s more important
Someone with a vowel or gun?
The answer to that, the truth, J Hobbes is the one
So AK’s, just these words I spray, like bubonic plague
They’ll catch on for days, and I can’t wait for the day, I get bigger
The only way, I get the world to hear my scripture
‘Till that day comes, I guess I’m at one, to keep it sub-underground
In a town that’s no fun, shit so far underground I look around
There’s no sun, know there’s a path for me to take but I look down I see none
I’m quite loquacious; it’s bodacious, how I lift rhymes off the pages
Give it to you so crucial that you think no one can save us
The truth though is brutal, I spit more than the usual
Evolution of a duel, it’s funny how nothing changes
Chorus (x2)
Do me a favor
This alienated labor that you call a job examine it
Don’t you think it seems kinda odd that the thing you need to sustain your life
Can be taken from you so quick you couldn’t put up a fight?
The company to which you’re loyal and expect benefits
Treats you like an externality that doesn’t exist, so basically like shit
Maybe you never liked it, but found it helpless to quit,
It’d be reckless you have kids, you’re trapped in a system that has you
Kept as a victim the only way that you’re winning
Is if you keep on spending, but for that to even happen
The bankers have to keep lending, keepin’ you further descending to an
Eternal recession, you check out a politician, “I’ll vote for something’s that’s different” you check out their positions notice there’s not much difference
But the media makes it seem like you must no be seeing right,
It’s obvious they’re opposites, something’s wrong it probably is
Chorus (x2)
Gone are the days of colonized times, but
Left are the battles for the colonized mind
A redesign of some kind I must say it’s ‘bout time
For the zombies to become human again, or
Maybe it’s too late, people have sealed their fate
Self interest overwhelmed, peace pushed to another realm
Locked in the redundancy, constant pursuit of currency
Seen as something that’s great, I wonder what does it take
For spirits to re-connect? Break out of prisons they’re kept?
An awareness beyond before’s be reached if we reset?
Pre-leached by all the debt? But we’d endure regret for our actions
So let’s instead, leave it for those up next, and here we are
Heard by all understood by few recited by many
Words of a generation with burdens to heavy, strength is a rarity
You wonder how we manage to carry, ‘til the pen hits the pad
And the pain becomes therapy
