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{*"Man it's a trip"*}
{*"Man it's a trip"*} (turn)
{*"Man it's a trip, trip, trip"*} (turn)


[One.Be.Lo]
Now as the world turns, when will us black people learn? (damn)
Before we had a perm, we came from Adam's sperm

You see with plain vision, we live in the same system
Cocaine victims, once was able, can't even raise children

Where's 'the village' when you need it?
A question for the person in the looking glass
Our community's lookin bad like a bucket full of crabs
That's the crooked path
If we don't straighten this out, how long would it last?

Every night you hear the bullets blast
Even if you in the suburbs every night, you see the footage flash

Across your screen, I'll tell you my biggest pet peeve
You lookin at it thinkin like, "It don't affect me"

You livin' large I'm thinkin like, "It don't impress me"
Rockin them chains, Sojourner Truth is tryin to set free

It don't take a pro-fessor
To see the o-pressor got the whole treasure

Now how many Africans slain for one platinum chain on yo' dresser?
I'm no better just because I think I know better
Tell me who you trust when you're in your new trucks
Some of us dyin over a few bucks, killers old enough to ride a school bus
With brothers like these tell me, who needs the Ku Klux?
Women walkin with titties out cause the truth sucks
It's time to breastfeed, knowledge is the best key

We got us pourin liquor out for all the dead G's
Rest? Please, in the grave you gettin less peace

{*"Man it's a trip"*} {*"Turnin, turnin"*}
{*"The world keeps turnin.."*}
{*"On its axis.."*}

[One.Be.Lo]
See in America they flamed bottle rockets when slaves was not abolished (true)
Slayed a lot of fathers and raped a lot of mommas
Them days cotton products, we blame our modern problems
New ways they got us bondaged, the chains is psychologic
The media be feedin us napalm atomics
While the schools brainwash us, the crayons is toxic (blah!)
Don't believe the hype, they can save all the drama
Cause them apes not evolving, I can't swallow ya vomit

My rights as a human they change laws in congress
Now Shaytan in office, we can't call him honest
What part of the game do they play, cops or robbers?
In this land of Pocahontas, natives lost to conquest
Your false gods get framed, buffed and polished
If you ask who the prophet, they say Nostradamas (who?)
No ways of Muhammad, no pray five at Kabbah
Definition of a terrorist, they call Islamic
So many brothers puzzled and can't solve they problems
Smuggle crack, juggle rap, or play ball in college
But Uncle Sam, hustle man, take all your dollars
Break y'all, sink them 8-balls in your pocket
I'm chosen like Moses, here to take y'all to promise
My quest started when Tip say "Lost my wallet"
We all gotta get it, the mules, acres was promised
But the skeletons came out the closet

Now some of y'all black folks is still patriotic
Dyin in wars, so who you think make the profit?


{*"One day old fool, you gonna get this country
In a war that they not gonna fight for ya
Which means you gon' have to fight it yourself!"*}


{*"What makes you think you can be a black hero?"*}

{*"I'm here, cause I can't stand what's happening in this community
And somebody has to make a change
Now brotha will you help me?"*}

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