Propaganda (US) - Daywalkers lyrics

(Intro) Could we just get three minutes of your time, give or take a second or two? See, when they ask you about the culture, tell them I know it well This what you get when you mix Tony Hawk with Ice Cube, NWA, and the Bones Brigade Let me talk to them (Verse 1: Propaganda) Catch me copping nag Champa north corner of Santee or Twenty minutes east of South Central, that's West Covi Broken families imposter, black rocking white Rasta Jimi Hendrix, Courtland Urbano mocking all your preconceived The narrative fight great, the heritage makes a man stand with his spine straight The ground that grew Kendrick, Anthony Kiedis, Incubus Music that speaks to the Jim Morris in each of us Shared the same nutrients, except mine got laced with divine DNA, (?) The child of a freedom fighter, trialed like graffiti writers Wild like the Freedom Riders We are all daywalkers, hybrids, bilingual, bicultural Flowing in the King's tongue, Elohim and human one Rosetta Stone with a mic and some Chucks on All things to all men, so all men say "Amen!" (Hook) When you're the product of a Panther and mama's prayers answered You don't even think twice You be like "Let's go!" When they ask you about the culture, say "I know it well" (Verse 2: Lecrae) Hey look, my homies told me back when I was playing my Nintendo To stay away from windows, cause bullets, they tend to hit those My mama told when I got the PSone To skip the BS and lead us or be as numb As every other brother throwing up colors in my community I knew better, but couldn't do better but then I grew to be The same dude reading Wayne Grudem even though I grew up Listening to Snoop and Ice Cube, be amused Had the musac we used that to bruise cat's egos Nowadays you might find me under the steeple Preaching to the people or making me a sequel To mixtapes, get shin scrapes at skate parks I'm everything in one; I'm a product of great art I'm a product of Descartes, Tim Keller, and Outkast Iconoclast the gla** ceiling that they put above me The reason that they hate me, the same reason they love me (Hook)