Talib Kweli - Strangers - feat. bun b lyrics

Becau-cau-cau Becau-cau-cau Because I'm paranoid Becau-cau-cau Becau-cau-cau Because I'm paranoid Becau-cau-cau Becau-cau-cau Because I'm paranoid No boundaries, no borders We're crossing many waters Them haters can't ignore us The government record us They used to take our sons And think it's fun to rape our daughters No, our health care system pitiful That's how hospitals profitable They try to put the d** inside of you Lie to you, say that you gonna die tomorrow So why pay? That's not logical See the bullsh** that they try to pull They tapping laptops like a bad plot out of a bad movie Obama say it ain't so, in a perfect world correlation Of the willing is coalition of the rainbow Who the enemy? Who the friend in need? How do you choose your target Who you aim for, what you aim for? Damn, still running with the race But I'm running out of pace So fast just the last guy to let it go Wondering if my concentration on the race misplaced Take your marks, set, ready, go Evolutionary flow, ever-luminary glow When they show but the revolution never know Shot to make you famous, we in your face with bangers About to face some danger, I just misplace my anger Violence entertainers, rappers took the place of Segas Papa said, "Don't talk to strangers, don't talk to strangers" Gotta let the people know from the get go Bun B is a product of the ghetto Good or bad man I just can't let go No I ain't a rich man but it's been set though And I'm still on the grind trying to get dough Why the government wanna keep me in debt for? They wanna keep me in debt for? Look at AIG and the bailouts Stepping on the fish just so you can help the whale out Got his a** out or should I say tail out Need another job like a paper or a mail route We the fresh, best in take the stale out Make it rain, they see it I'm a put a pail out Man, I'm a put a pail out know, what I'm saying? 'Cause I'm stuck in the mud like a tractor I ain't gotta lie plus I'm not a good actor Bullsh** laws that they enact to keep us Locked out the big game in the back bru I got sacked, now I gotta get a sack to Make ends meet cause the money is a factor Oh yeah, the money is a factor Damn, now I'm back on the block for the hustle Used to be hot, now your boy just cold Gotta build my bread up and my muscle Haters talk down, sometimes it's a tussle But the smoke gonna clear and the dust don't settle Now it's like def jam wit no Russell Like def jam wit no Russell, we'll be alright though Shot to make you famous, we in your face with bangers About to face some danger, I just misplace my anger Violence entertainers, rappers took the place of Segas Papa said, "Don't talk to strangers, don't talk to strangers"