Chic Masters - Axis lyrics

{*"Man it's a trip"*} {*"Man it's a trip"*} (turn) {*"Man it's a trip, trip, trip"*} (turn) [One.Be.Lo] Now as the world turns, when will us black people learn? (damn) Before we had a perm, we came from Adam's s**m You see with plain vision, we live in the same system Cocaine victims, once was able, can't even raise children Where's 'the village' when you need it? A question for the person in the looking gla** Our community's lookin bad like a bucket full of crabs That's the crooked path If we don't straighten this out, how long would it last? Every night you hear the bullets blast Even if you in the suburbs every night, you see the footage flash Across your screen, I'll tell you my biggest pet peeve You lookin at it thinkin like, "It don't affect me" You livin' large I'm thinkin like, "It don't impress me" Rockin them chains, Sojourner Truth is tryin to set free It don't take a pro-fessor To see the o-pressor got the whole treasure Now how many Africans slain for one platinum chain on yo' dresser? I'm no better just because I think I know better Tell me who you trust when you're in your new trucks Some of us dyin over a few bucks, k**ers old enough to ride a school bus With brothers like these tell me, who needs the Ku Klux? Women walkin with titties out cause the truth s**s It's time to breastfeed, knowledge is the best key We got us pourin liquor out for all the dead G's Rest? Please, in the grave you gettin less peace {*"Man it's a trip"*} {*"Turnin, turnin"*} {*"The world keeps turnin.."*} {*"On its axis.."*} [One.Be.Lo] See in America they flamed bottle rockets when slaves was not abolished (true) Slayed a lot of fathers and raped a lot of mommas Them days cotton products, we blame our modern problems New ways they got us bondaged, the chains is psychologic The media be feedin us napalm atomics While the schools brainwash us, the crayons is toxic (blah!) Don't believe the hype, they can save all the drama Cause them apes not evolving, I can't swallow ya vomit My rights as a human they change laws in congress Now Shaytan in office, we can't call him honest What part of the game do they play, cops or robbers? In this land of Pocahontas, natives lost to conquest Your false gods get framed, buffed and polished If you ask who the prophet, they say Nostradamas (who?) No ways of Muhammad, no pray five at Kabbah Definition of a terrorist, they call Islamic So many brothers puzzled and can't solve they problems Smuggle crack, juggle rap, or play ball in college But Uncle Sam, hustle man, take all your dollars Break y'all, sink them 8-balls in your pocket I'm chosen like Moses, here to take y'all to promise My quest started when Tip say "Lost my wallet" We all gotta get it, the mules, acres was promised But the skeletons came out the closet Now some of y'all black folks is still patriotic Dyin in wars, so who you think make the profit? {*"One day old fool, you gonna get this country In a war that they not gonna fight for ya Which means you gon' have to fight it yourself!"*} {*"What makes you think you can be a black hero?"*} {*"I'm here, cause I can't stand what's happening in this community And somebody has to make a change Now brotha will you help me?"*}