Another
Pre-teenager getting raped by the park
And you asked if I'm a-scared of the dark
Play guns and harp strings
String theories and art
Things woven together and folks are falling apart
Braids from heavy hands
And hands heavily armed
By Metal Gear grenades and bombs inside the palms
Mr. Congressman listening through my vents
And plucks my heart strings with the smallest of violins
He couldn't find a problem where the impoverished begin
But found my ghetto choir recite recitals and hymns
Through election season he leaving when it ends
They ran out of trees and paint the projects with they friends
Thats, "Gentrify," mama say, ma see'd
All her rent all got high got afford nah' lease
Mama say, mama sighed took her childhood home
They used to not want the hood and now they run these streets
So stay awoke and stay awake
We stayed awake so long got sleep deprived and never ate
We have no proven points or any clearly stated case
The conscious got so hungry hungry-striking out for change
That's Peeta lunch in Ruins out with Katnis playing games
The blood of all the martyrs and the sweat of all the saints
They filtering the waters and it's dripped throughout the veins
We focused and they focused making every day the same sh**
Get money, get money, get money, get
Get money, get money, get money, get
Gave us 40-acres and complain bout how us servants live
But love our services
I guess that's life that's just
Lives are lifeless
They dead inside just like us
So I'm glued to my devices where I can adjust the brightness
They love our culture but they never sit beside us
'less they in Africa with lessons from the righteous
And they come back to us and k** us with their rifles