[Verse 1] My momma was raised in the era when Clean water was only served to the fairer skin Doing clothes you would have thought I had help But they wasn't satisfied unless I picked the cotton myself You see it's black racism That's that "Don't touch anything in the store" And it's rich man racism That's that "Come in, please buy more" "What you want, a Bentley? Fur coat? A diamond chain? All you blacks want all the same things" Used to only be salves, now everybody playing Spending everything on Alexander Wang New Slaves
[Bridge] You see there's leaders and there's followers
[Verse 2] I throw these Maybach keys I wear my heart on the sleeve I know that we the new slaves I see the blood on the leaves I see the blood on the leaves I see the blood on the leaves I know that we the new slaves I see the blood on the leaves They throwin' hate at me Want me to stay at ease Forget you and your corporation Y'all people can't control me I know that we the new slaves I know that we the new slaves I'm 'bout to wild out I'm going Bobby Boucher Y'all throwin' contracts at me You know that blacks can't read Throw 'em some Maybach keys Forget it, c'est la vie I know that we the new slaves Y'all people can't mess with me Y'all people can't mess with Ye Y'all people can't mess with Ye I'll move my family out the country So you can't see where I stay So go and grab the reporters So I can smash their recorders See they'll confuse us with some bullshit Like the New World Order Meanwhile the DEA Teamed up with the CCA They tryna lock blacks up They tryna make new slaves See that's that privately owned prison Get your piece today They prolly all in the Hamptons Bragging 'bout what they made Forget you and your Hampton house Y'all 'bout to turn shit up I'm 'bout to tear shit down I'm 'bout to air shit out Now what the hell they gon' say now?
[Outro: Kanye West & Frank Ocean] I won't end this high, not this time again So long, so long, so long, you cannot survive And I'm not dying, and I can't lose I can't lose, no, I can't lose Cause I can't leave it to you So let's get too high, get too high again (Too high again, too high)
When i was in the third grade, I thought that I was gay, 'Cause I could draw, my uncle was, and I kept my room straight. I told my mom, tears rushing down my face She's like "Ben you've loved girls since before pre-k, trippin'." Yeah, I guess she had a point, didn't she? Bunch of stereotypes all in my head. I remember doing the math like, "Yeah, I'm good at little league." A preconceived idea of what it all meant For those that liked the same sex Had the characteristics The right wing conservatives think it's a decision And you can be cured with some treatment and religion Man-made rewiring of a predisposition Playing God, aw nah here we go America the brave still fears what we don't know And "God loves all his children" is somehow forgotten But we paraphrase a book written thirty-five-hundred years ago I don't know
And I can't change Even if I tried Even if I wanted to And I can't change Even if I tried Even if I wanted to My love My love My love She keeps me warm She keeps me warm She keeps me warm She keeps me warm
If I was gay, I would think hip-hop hates me Have you read the YouTube comments lately? "Man, that's gay" gets dropped on the daily We become so numb to what we're saying A culture founded from oppression Yet we don't have acceptance for 'em Call each other faggots behind the keys of a message board A word rooted in hate, yet our genre still ignores it Gay is synonymous with the lesser It's the same hate that's caused wars from religion Gender to skin color, the complexion of your pigment The same fight that led people to walk outs and sit ins It's human rights for everybody, there is no difference! Live on and be yourself When I was at church they taught me something else If you preach hate at the service those words aren't anointed That holy water that you soak in has been poisoned When everyone else is more comfortable remaining voiceless Rather than fighting for humans that have had their rights stolen I might not be the same, but that's not important No freedom 'til we're equal, damn right I support it
(I don't know)
And I can't change Even if I tried Even if I wanted to My love My love My love She keeps me warm She keeps me warm She keeps me warm She keeps me warm
We press play, don't press pause Progress, march on With the veil over our eyes We turn our back on the cause 'Til the day that my uncles can be united by law When kids are walking 'round the hallway plagued by pain in their heart A world so hateful some would rather die than be who they are And a certificate on paper isn't gonna solve it all But it's a damn good place to start No law is gonna change us We have to change us Whatever God you believe in We come from the same one Strip away the fear Underneath it's all the same love About time that we raised up... sex
And I can't change Even if I tried Even if I wanted to And I can't change Even if I tried Even if I wanted to My love My love My love She keeps me warm She keeps me warm She keeps me warm She keeps me warm
Love is patient Love is kind Love is patient Love is kind (not crying on Sundays) Love is patient (not crying on Sundays) Love is kind (I'm not crying on Sundays) Love is patient (not crying on Sundays) Love is kind (I'm not crying on Sundays) Love is patient (not crying on Sundays) Love is kind (I'm not crying on Sundays) Love is patient Love is kind
Robert's got a quick hand. He'll look around the room, he won't tell you his plan. He's got a rolled cigarette hanging out his mouth, he's a cowboy kid. Yeah, he found a six shooter gun in his dad's closet hidden with a box of fun things. I don't even know what but he's coming for you, yeah, he's coming for you.
[Chorus 2x:] All the other kids with the pumped up kicks you better run, better run, outrun my gun. All the other kids with the pumped up kicks you better run, better run faster than my bullet.
Daddy works a long day. He be coming home late, he's coming home late. And he's bringing me a dark surprise. 'Cause dinner's in the kitchen and it's packed in ice. I've waited for a long time. Yeah, the sleight of my hand is now a quick-pull trigger. I reason with my cigarette And say, "Your hair's on fire, you must've lost your wits, yeah."
[Chorus 2x:] All the other kids with the pumped up kicks you better run, better run, outrun my gun. All the other kids with the pumped up kicks you better run, better run faster than my bullet.
Ru-ru-run, run, run, run [4x]
[Whistling]
[Chorus 4x:] All the other kids with the pumped up kicks you better run, better run, outrun my gun. All the other kids with the pumped up kicks you better run, better run faster than my bullet. "Pumped up Kicks" -Foster the People http://youtu.be/SDTZ7iX4vTQ
Buffalo soldier, dreadlock rasta There was a buffalo soldier in the heart of America Stolen from Africa, brought to America Fighting on arrival, fighting for survival
I mean it when I analyze the stench To me it makes a lot of sense How the dreadlock rasta was the buffalo soldier And he was taken from Africa, brought to America Fighting on arrival, fighting for survival
Said he was a buffalo soldier, dreadlock rasta Buffalo soldier in the heart of America
If you know your history Then you would know where you're coming from Then you wouldn't have to ask me Who the 'eck do I think I am
I'm just a buffalo soldier in the heart of America Stolen from Africa, brought to America Said he was fighting on arrival, fighting for survival Said he was a buffalo soldier, win the war for America
Dreadie, woy yoy yoy, woy yoy-yoy yoy Woy yoy yoy yoy, yoy yoy-yoy yoy Woy yoy yoy, woy yoy-yoy yoy Woy yoy yoy yoy, yoy yoy-yoy yoy Buffalo soldier troddin' through the land, wo-ho-ooh Said he wanna ran and then you wanna hand Troddin' through the land, yea-hea, yea-ea
Said he was a buffalo soldier, win the war for America Buffalo soldier, dreadlock rasta Fighting on arrival, fighting for survival Driven from the mainland to the heart of the Caribbean
Troddin' through San Juan in the arms of America Troddin' through Jamaica, a buffalo soldier Fighting on arrival, fighting for survival Buffalo soldier, dreadlock rasta
Well it's too long living in the same old lives (yeah) I feel too cold to live, too young to die (yeah) Will you walk the line, like it's there to choose (yeah) Just forget the wit, it's the best to use
Oh, Lord I said, "Oh, Lord" I said, "Oh, Lord"
Won't you follow me into the jungle (yeah) Ain't no god on my streets in the heart of the jungle (oh, Lord child) Won't you follow me into the jungle (yeah) Ain't no god on these streets in the heart of the jungle (oh, Lord child) Won't you follow me into the jungle
I lost my mind, in the city of lights (yeah) In the backstreets buildings and the neon lights (yeah) When I heard the thunder, I could feel the rain (yeah) It's the same to me, just a different name
Oh, Lord I said, "Oh, Lord" I said, "Oh, Lord"
Won't you follow me into the jungle (yeah) Ain't no god on my streets in the heart of the jungle (oh, Lord child) Won't you follow me into the jungle (yeah) Ain't no god on these streets in the heart of the jungle (oh, Lord child) Won't you follow me into the jungle
Oh Oh Oh Oh, Lord I said, "Oh, Lord" I said, "Oh, Lord" I said, "Oh, Lord child"
Won't you follow me into the jungle (yeah) Ain't no god on my streets in the heart of the jungle (oh, Lord child) Won't you follow me into the jungle (yeah) Ain't no god on these streets in the heart of the jungle (oh, Lord child) Won't you follow me into the jungle
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=hr8VwYLcxGo
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ReplyDelete[Verse 1]
My momma was raised in the era when
Clean water was only served to the fairer skin
Doing clothes you would have thought I had help
But they wasn't satisfied unless I picked the cotton myself
You see it's black racism
That's that "Don't touch anything in the store"
And it's rich man racism
That's that "Come in, please buy more"
"What you want, a Bentley? Fur coat? A diamond chain?
All you blacks want all the same things"
Used to only be salves, now everybody playing
Spending everything on Alexander Wang
New Slaves
[Bridge]
You see there's leaders and there's followers
[Verse 2]
I throw these Maybach keys
I wear my heart on the sleeve
I know that we the new slaves
I see the blood on the leaves
I see the blood on the leaves
I see the blood on the leaves
I know that we the new slaves
I see the blood on the leaves
They throwin' hate at me
Want me to stay at ease
Forget you and your corporation
Y'all people can't control me
I know that we the new slaves
I know that we the new slaves
I'm 'bout to wild out
I'm going Bobby Boucher
Y'all throwin' contracts at me
You know that blacks can't read
Throw 'em some Maybach keys
Forget it, c'est la vie
I know that we the new slaves
Y'all people can't mess with me
Y'all people can't mess with Ye
Y'all people can't mess with Ye
I'll move my family out the country
So you can't see where I stay
So go and grab the reporters
So I can smash their recorders
See they'll confuse us with some bullshit
Like the New World Order
Meanwhile the DEA
Teamed up with the CCA
They tryna lock blacks up
They tryna make new slaves
See that's that privately owned prison
Get your piece today
They prolly all in the Hamptons
Bragging 'bout what they made
Forget you and your Hampton house
Y'all 'bout to turn shit up
I'm 'bout to tear shit down
I'm 'bout to air shit out
Now what the hell they gon' say now?
[Outro: Kanye West & Frank Ocean]
I won't end this high, not this time again
So long, so long, so long, you cannot survive
And I'm not dying, and I can't lose
I can't lose, no, I can't lose
Cause I can't leave it to you
So let's get too high, get too high again
(Too high again, too high)
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ReplyDeleteWhen i was in the third grade, I thought that I was gay,
'Cause I could draw, my uncle was, and I kept my room straight.
I told my mom, tears rushing down my face
She's like "Ben you've loved girls since before pre-k, trippin'."
Yeah, I guess she had a point, didn't she?
Bunch of stereotypes all in my head.
I remember doing the math like, "Yeah, I'm good at little league."
A preconceived idea of what it all meant
For those that liked the same sex
Had the characteristics
The right wing conservatives think it's a decision
And you can be cured with some treatment and religion
Man-made rewiring of a predisposition
Playing God, aw nah here we go
America the brave still fears what we don't know
And "God loves all his children" is somehow forgotten
But we paraphrase a book written thirty-five-hundred years ago
I don't know
And I can't change
Even if I tried
Even if I wanted to
And I can't change
Even if I tried
Even if I wanted to
My love
My love
My love
She keeps me warm
She keeps me warm
She keeps me warm
She keeps me warm
If I was gay, I would think hip-hop hates me
Have you read the YouTube comments lately?
"Man, that's gay" gets dropped on the daily
We become so numb to what we're saying
A culture founded from oppression
Yet we don't have acceptance for 'em
Call each other faggots behind the keys of a message board
A word rooted in hate, yet our genre still ignores it
Gay is synonymous with the lesser
It's the same hate that's caused wars from religion
Gender to skin color, the complexion of your pigment
The same fight that led people to walk outs and sit ins
It's human rights for everybody, there is no difference!
Live on and be yourself
When I was at church they taught me something else
If you preach hate at the service those words aren't anointed
That holy water that you soak in has been poisoned
When everyone else is more comfortable remaining voiceless
Rather than fighting for humans that have had their rights stolen
I might not be the same, but that's not important
No freedom 'til we're equal, damn right I support it
(I don't know)
And I can't change
Even if I tried
Even if I wanted to
My love
My love
My love
She keeps me warm
She keeps me warm
She keeps me warm
She keeps me warm
We press play, don't press pause
Progress, march on
With the veil over our eyes
We turn our back on the cause
'Til the day that my uncles can be united by law
When kids are walking 'round the hallway plagued by pain in their heart
A world so hateful some would rather die than be who they are
And a certificate on paper isn't gonna solve it all
But it's a damn good place to start
No law is gonna change us
We have to change us
Whatever God you believe in
We come from the same one
Strip away the fear
Underneath it's all the same love
About time that we raised up... sex
And I can't change
Even if I tried
Even if I wanted to
And I can't change
Even if I tried
Even if I wanted to
My love
My love
My love
She keeps me warm
She keeps me warm
She keeps me warm
She keeps me warm
Love is patient
Love is kind
Love is patient
Love is kind
(not crying on Sundays)
Love is patient
(not crying on Sundays)
Love is kind
(I'm not crying on Sundays)
Love is patient
(not crying on Sundays)
Love is kind
(I'm not crying on Sundays)
Love is patient
(not crying on Sundays)
Love is kind
(I'm not crying on Sundays)
Love is patient
Love is kind
Robert's got a quick hand.
ReplyDeleteHe'll look around the room, he won't tell you his plan.
He's got a rolled cigarette hanging out his mouth, he's a cowboy kid.
Yeah, he found a six shooter gun in his dad's closet hidden with a box of fun things.
I don't even know what but he's coming for you, yeah, he's coming for you.
[Chorus 2x:]
All the other kids with the pumped up kicks you better run, better run, outrun my gun.
All the other kids with the pumped up kicks you better run, better run faster than my bullet.
Daddy works a long day.
He be coming home late, he's coming home late.
And he's bringing me a dark surprise.
'Cause dinner's in the kitchen and it's packed in ice.
I've waited for a long time.
Yeah, the sleight of my hand is now a quick-pull trigger.
I reason with my cigarette
And say, "Your hair's on fire, you must've lost your wits, yeah."
[Chorus 2x:]
All the other kids with the pumped up kicks you better run, better run, outrun my gun.
All the other kids with the pumped up kicks you better run, better run faster than my bullet.
Ru-ru-run, run, run, run [4x]
[Whistling]
[Chorus 4x:]
All the other kids with the pumped up kicks you better run, better run, outrun my gun.
All the other kids with the pumped up kicks you better run, better run faster than my bullet.
"Pumped up Kicks" -Foster the People http://youtu.be/SDTZ7iX4vTQ
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ReplyDeleteBuffalo soldier, dreadlock rasta
ReplyDeleteThere was a buffalo soldier in the heart of America
Stolen from Africa, brought to America
Fighting on arrival, fighting for survival
I mean it when I analyze the stench
To me it makes a lot of sense
How the dreadlock rasta was the buffalo soldier
And he was taken from Africa, brought to America
Fighting on arrival, fighting for survival
Said he was a buffalo soldier, dreadlock rasta
Buffalo soldier in the heart of America
If you know your history
Then you would know where you're coming from
Then you wouldn't have to ask me
Who the 'eck do I think I am
I'm just a buffalo soldier in the heart of America
Stolen from Africa, brought to America
Said he was fighting on arrival, fighting for survival
Said he was a buffalo soldier, win the war for America
Dreadie, woy yoy yoy, woy yoy-yoy yoy
Woy yoy yoy yoy, yoy yoy-yoy yoy
Woy yoy yoy, woy yoy-yoy yoy
Woy yoy yoy yoy, yoy yoy-yoy yoy
Buffalo soldier troddin' through the land, wo-ho-ooh
Said he wanna ran and then you wanna hand
Troddin' through the land, yea-hea, yea-ea
Said he was a buffalo soldier, win the war for America
Buffalo soldier, dreadlock rasta
Fighting on arrival, fighting for survival
Driven from the mainland to the heart of the Caribbean
Singing, woy yoy yoy, woy yoy-yoy yoy
Woy yoy yoy yoy, yoy yoy-yoy yoy
Woy yoy yoy, woy yoy-yoy yoy
Woy yoy yoy yoy, yoy yoy-yoy yoy
Troddin' through San Juan in the arms of America
Troddin' through Jamaica, a buffalo soldier
Fighting on arrival, fighting for survival
Buffalo soldier, dreadlock rasta
Woy yoy yoy, woy yoy-yoy yoy
Woy yoy yoy yoy, yoy yoy-yoy yoy
Woy yoy yoy, woy yoy-yoy yoy
Woy yoy yoy yoy, yoy yoy-yoy yoy
Bob Marley - Buffalo Soldier https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=uMUQMSXLlHM
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ReplyDeleteYeah
Well it's too long living in the same old lives (yeah)
I feel too cold to live, too young to die (yeah)
Will you walk the line, like it's there to choose (yeah)
Just forget the wit, it's the best to use
Oh, Lord
I said, "Oh, Lord"
I said, "Oh, Lord"
Won't you follow me into the jungle (yeah)
Ain't no god on my streets in the heart of the jungle (oh, Lord child)
Won't you follow me into the jungle (yeah)
Ain't no god on these streets in the heart of the jungle (oh, Lord child)
Won't you follow me into the jungle
I lost my mind, in the city of lights (yeah)
In the backstreets buildings and the neon lights (yeah)
When I heard the thunder, I could feel the rain (yeah)
It's the same to me, just a different name
Oh, Lord
I said, "Oh, Lord"
I said, "Oh, Lord"
Won't you follow me into the jungle (yeah)
Ain't no god on my streets in the heart of the jungle (oh, Lord child)
Won't you follow me into the jungle (yeah)
Ain't no god on these streets in the heart of the jungle (oh, Lord child)
Won't you follow me into the jungle
Oh
Oh
Oh
Oh, Lord
I said, "Oh, Lord"
I said, "Oh, Lord"
I said, "Oh, Lord child"
Won't you follow me into the jungle (yeah)
Ain't no god on my streets in the heart of the jungle (oh, Lord child)
Won't you follow me into the jungle (yeah)
Ain't no god on these streets in the heart of the jungle (oh, Lord child)
Won't you follow me into the jungle
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