Sheda B - What Will It Take lyrics

Verse 1: Here we go, another day new crime new yellow tape New cries at a fellow's grave Old news that's the ghetto hey We make ends meet where we can Eating lima beans from a can Dream a lot of dreams understand Born in poverty we barely got a chance We were told from our childhood we can grow to be president Jesus knows as a black in America this has never been Evident this was never meant Outside screaming, 'let us in' Better send food, medicine for the poor and the war veterans Mr. Bush, I'm the son that you and my mother Laura never claimed You ashamed of my ghetto aura than support us more than we can change We complain just seeking change We in pain plus we in chains We have slaved plus we have paid much in our day What will it take? Chorus (Sheda B): What will it take to stop the hate and the lies? And have [?] Now what will it take to stop the pain that lies inside? What will it take? hey-ey-ey Verse 2: This is for all my peeps striving in the inner city streets Who were born into grief, we retreat to our dreams for relief ‘cause in reality it's a mess, sentenced to life, freedom is d**h Give me a blunt, freedom is cess Leastly depressed with weed in my chest All the same, when it's high leaves and this cloud comes straight back All a sudden now I know why my favorite cousin embraced crack She a victim of the h**n Needle marks fill her bare arms Smoked out, all her hair gone Her dealer got them new Airs on And that's what prevails where I'm from So pardon my tales from the slum Pardon my wails for the bums who have come to you asking for crumbs We can start with half of your crumbs Half of us some, dag, give us some We don't wanna starve in this place, clutching our face, what will it take? Chorus (Sheda B): What will it take to stop the hate and the lies? And have [?] Now what will it take to stop the pain that lies inside? What will it take? hey-ey-ey Verse 3: Some would say trying to save the world Through your rhymes don't pay the rent I reply, in this world of crime people dying y'all should repent Give me one reason with sense why I shouldn't make an alternative And I'll give you ten instances in which kids pay for this ignorance Nonetheless, these the same folks who would k** Martin Luther King I recall April 4, 1968 when they took the dream Mommy tell me things will be better Help me shake him so he can get up Dry the teary eyes of Coretta Let her know this land we in is a setup Tell the kids it's alright to be well informed, that intelligent Even though society would act like your past is irrelevant Speak about what's taking place Read about what's taken place To be about love in this case, justice today, what will it take? Chorus (Sheda B): What will it take to stop the hate and the lies? And have [?] Now what will it take to stop the pain that lies inside? What will it take? hey-ey-ey