Rhymefest - Exodus 5.1 lyrics

[Intro]: Even the black folk who got big money, they still fraid-afraid. They still scared. So they become well adjusted to in-injustice. So they walk around almost like peaco*ks. Look at me, look at me, my achievements and so forth. And you can hear Curtis Mayfield saying, "Peaco*ks strut because they can't fly." Nobody wanna be an eagle. Why? Cause they shoot eagles. [Rhymefest talking]: Behold, the cry of the ghetto is coming for them. And I have seen the oppression and heard their cries. Thus the voice came to me and said, "I am, who I am." And I have sinned to set my people free. [Verse One]: What's the closest you ever been to d**h? You ever let your soul levitate over your body to watch you rest? Or put a gun to your head so you can play Roullette? Or take a whole bottle of pills till you felt no stress? What's the closest you ever been to life? You ever got a felony charge because the whole jury is white? Or seen a child, born on crack, cry through the night? The only bottle that he want is the pipe Man, what's the closest you ever been to being rich, Aspen ski trips? This is the Mafia, how many chicks you want Three 6? Bottles floatin' around the club, the club is sea sick You feelin' like the pharaohs in Egypt Feelin' like men Feelin' like Ken Feelin' like the Hurricane Katrina sh** will never ever happen again Feelin' like you travelin' home [Rhymefest talking]: Let's all turn to Exodus. 5-1 [Verse Two]: What's the closest you ever been to your family? Your pops locked up, your mama beat you, now you live with your granny Your streets are closer to you then your uncle or auntie f** school, it's time for plan B You know what that is Holdin' the heat Lettin' it squirt Puttin' in work Tryin' to find a Heaven on Earth I pray to God and the Devil in church I'ma worship whoever help me first Folks What's you know 'bout trust? You ever got locked up and had the prosecutor say, "You in luck. Tell us, who gave you the dope? Who gave you the pistol. Who told you to shoot it?" Think smart, and your sentence is cut Yeah, that's the same sh** that set Fred Hampton up And that's the reason them crackers got the clamps in us Sell dope little n******g, rap, dance for us I saw the cops beat a shorty when his hands was cuffed Ohh What you know 'bout honor? What you know 'bout fear? What you know 'bout the power of the subconscious mind and that's why I'm here I'm a mountain man You can't move me Calm or cool me I keep a tool right where the j**els be And keep my money right were the Jews be I keep the pen next to the loose leaf With the Koran next to uzi Ohhh What's the closest you ever been to revenge? What's the closest you ever been to your friends? n***a what's the closest you ever been to bein' broke, gettin' evicted again? Charlie, what's the closest you been to sin? Man, what's the closest you been to havin' a chain flooded with ice? This is Vegas so bet your life And if, and if You never been through none of this in your life What's the closest you ever been to Christ?