Dead Prez - Psychology Lyrics
Intro:I was born, in a dumpMy mama died and my father got drunkThey left me, to die or growIn the middle of tobacco roadI grew up in a rusty shackAll I owned was hangin on my backAnd lord knows, how I learntThis place called tobacco roadTobacco road, youre dirty and youre filthyTobacco road, gonna get me some dynamite and a craneIm gonna blow it up, lord knows gonna start all over againMy mind is the place where I make my plansThe world is the place where I take my standThe beauty of life is mine todayThey cannot take my mind away[m1]***** what you heard, Im from africaThis aint no act its mathematicalPast the black radicalI choose the m1, because its practicalNothin was changed, we aint protectedNo names, its all factualThey push the wrong buttons, count down to detonateBrooklyn blown away and the world will have to speculateThis is what we learn in the streets, ***** a degreeBelieve in none of what you hear and half of what you see[stic]Its like watching your own father smoke crackI have nightmares on shit like thatNo way in hell Ill ever get like thatI seen a lot of shit in twenty-two yearsIts like a tour of dutyMy life is *****y-trapped, its hard to see the beautyWhen your heart is turning ice coldCold like your hands exposed to blistering windsMy mother keep her eyes closed, she say she prayinI listen close to what she sayinWhen she speak of jesus I ignore itBut when its practical Im all for itYou got to think like a soldierIm training myself to snatch pistols out of holstersDiscipline keep the mind focusedThis whole world is a corn field sonLook out for flying locustsChorus (x2)Dont let em get in your head, they try to probe youFigure your thoughts so they can try and control youAnd through you, control your whole crewIts psychology boy, now what the ***** that make you wanna do?[m1]You cant walk the streets with no state of mindBlind to the ways of mankindAnd if you know the time, give me a signTell me where we draw the lineI got your back if you got mineMy enemys enemy is my manOne dreadlock is stronger than one strand while the crackers got the upper handMy comrades stand on lands stolenEvery tooth a golden opportunityWho holdin my community hostage?10% ransom, costing us time we lost and someThis is how the plan runsThinkin with a fugitive brainWhat we do to live is insaneHoldin the weed, healing my membranesJust like crack, you know it all boils downTo the dollars-and-cents of itNiggaz commence to get ? to sentenced to serve termsJumping the fence, the black germ is looseWhen will they learn?Psychology[stic]We piss on walls and smoke reefa in the hallsNo respect for their lawsI cut your face with a kitchen knifeIn gladiator times, man against machineryThe tree bark fatigues help me blend in with the scenery boyLife is a series of serious choicesTheories is formed from experience, never mysterious forcesVarious courses of life can lead to failureToo much of anything is a trapMy mind snapGuerilla warfare for two grandThey say karate means empty handsSo then its perfect for the poor man...They say karate means empty handsSo then its perfect for the poor manChorus (x2)Bridge[m1]When you think of us think of pyramids and pistolsAnd glimmering gold teeth that shine like crystalsThe mind is like a jewel sonOnly a fool wouldnt grasp itWisdom is a tool, you get blastedWhen you think of us think of pyramids and pistolsAnd glimmering gold teeth that shine like crystalsThe mind is like a jewel sonOnly a fool wouldnt grasp itWisdom is a tool, you get blastedFree your mind, and the rest will followSeize the time, no-one is promised tomorrowRepeat until fade
