Talib Kweli - Cold Rain lyrics

[Intro] Let's try somethin' new It's been a long time coming! Let me try something brand new Hey yo Ski! We overdue, man Come on! Yo what we do it for? This is for the day-trippers and the hipsters who*es and the fashionistas Spiritual leaders practicing all the laws of attraction The teachers who read the pa**ages From the Bhagavad Gita We bustin off Dalai Lamas and flashin' heaters (?) With the shooting, the thugging and all the spooning The crooning, the auto-tuning. Alas You be tellin', peddlin' to consumers I'm helping them to see through it Get with this new movement Let's move it! [Hook] Through the cold rain I'm still standing right here Even though it (?) [Verse 2] Yeah I'm a product of Reaganomics From the blocks where they rockin' the feds like Jay Electronica Drop and make this a lock that the crime is where the heart is Could drop, and make us (?), that the crime is where the heart is Where the Jesus or Muhammad regardless of where the mosque is They hope for the Apocalypse like a self-fulfilling prophet Tell me where do we stop it? Do they ask you your religion before you rent an apartment? Is the answer burning Qurans so that we can defend Islamics? The answer's upon us with a hash tag, a trendy topic You take away the freedoms that we brought in the game Then you disrespect the soldiers; you ask them to die in vein In a desert praying for rain My music's like a drug, and they tend to take it in the vein It ain't for the well-behaved The soundtrack for when you're braver, the score when you felt afraid More than your average rapper so you sort of felt the (?) The brain is like a cage, you a slave, and that's why they lovin' you This is the book that Eli that start with a K-W [Hook] x2 I do it for the trappers, other rappers The backbackers, the crackers The n***as, the metal-packers The victims of ghetto factories I do it for the families The citizens of humanity MCs endangered species like manatees I do it for the future of my children They the hope for the hopeless When karma approaches we gon' be food for a flock of vultures The end of the world, ain't nothin left but the co*kroaches And the freedom fighters We freedom writers like Bob Moses They chose us, freedom writers like (?) For my block, my boro, my hood, my city, my state yea My obligation to my community is so clear Yea, we gotta save them, this opportunity so rare We do is so big over here that it's not fair To the punks, the b**hes, the chumps, the snitches that sneak in the game We let them live although they weak and they lame They posers and jokers, promoting when they speaking my name