NEW SINGLE off upcoming project prod. by ESIK, lyrics written & performed by Rahman Jamaal
In the belly of a robot, digital reality
Sipping in its acid, licking on batteries
Thinking with computer games, flicking through galleries
Algorithms everywhere written through the galaxy
What is it going to take, us taking over the streets?
Barricaded from police, see how organized that we’d
Have to be here in the States of America?
But what are we United on, rage & hysteria
Dystopian hope begins with the narrative
Of survival disciples huggin rifles
Wanna cry wolf and fire upon arrival
And justify homicidal love for the Bible
That’s why we tell family to stay woke
They payin folks to keep us distracted with gay jokes
All of us laughing are really just the butt of it
Power vs. privilege, you don’t get none of it
Politics politics, that’s really all it is
Put us up in colleges to become apologists
Offering us scholarships to our most promising
In hopes we get dollars that won’t ever acknowledge this 2x
We pledge allegiance to young coke junkies
Trained in business to run whole countries
And to the snow bunnies rolled hundies
Who doze comfy in the Rolls with no undies
Front Street never been so dumpy
Our Soul hungry for control
So we stunt like show monkeys but vote clumsy
Cuz we don’t know what to say in response to Noam Chomsky
[Go Fund Me] As though money’s so numbing
To pain that you’d feel everyday
Knowing you live in a paradise where you’re given a pair of dice
Just in case you want to throw it away
So when poor kids ask you don’t know what to say
But when your kids you just show them the way
With some NLP serving MOB
While POC go after OPP tryna be OG
Without GOD: Getting Over Deception that we don’t see
Giving Others Directions in this chess game
Like how to move by connecting the right & left brain
That ain’t a check mate, it’s just step one
Now you a threat son, time is your weapon
They want you to shoot as long as your range small
But we here to change the game y’all so aim tall
Politics politics, that’s really all it is
Put us up in colleges to become apologists
Offering us scholarships to our most promising
In hopes we get dollars that don’t ever acknowledge this
There’s a whole lot that I wanna say
And after I say it…I got more on the way
From a shore on the Bay up in Northern CA
Where the Black history ain’t a course in LA
I got more than a dream for the fortune and fame
Or poor people’s pain being forced in a gang
The stories can change but the morals the same
The sport that we claim is the source of the game
Well-played, cuz we trained in Hell’s flames
How many angels dealt ‘caine in twelfth grade?
How many neighbors went to jail and felt safe
From cell mates who’ve held space with real names
Not just those who fell straight to jailbait
Cuz the system failed and gave children a sealed fate
How many people have held faith and still wait
For Lady justice’s snail pace to trail-blaze?
Politics politics, that’s really all it is
Put us up in colleges to become apologists
Offering us scholarships to our most promising
In hopes we get dollars that don’t ever acknowledge this.
© Sajeraja Publishing Company, ASCAP
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