Jean Grae - Block Party Lyrics
{*35 second intro is a conversation*[Verse One]ListenI don't wanna preach or come off bitter, this is a commentary auditoryEditorial, about the state of things, state of mind and state of beingWhat the ***** is goin on?How the ***** we gonna make it out?It's hectic, from asbestos filled classroomsto the stench of death that's still in New YorkThe air is thick with it, but it reaches furtherLike the world murder rateCirculate, cultivate your mind and soul, your heart and your bodySo stagnant; niggaz, get off your block and travelStop actin like your flesh is metal and your hood's a magnetWe need to globalize, further spread on this earthto appreciate the full value of individual worthTo realize how ridiculous the thought of ownership isand protectin your turf - that's bullshit manThat's how we got colonizedMissionaries create foreign schools and change the native way & thinkinSo in ten years, we can have a foreign Columbinein some small village in the Amazon, c'mon man[Chorus]You need to get out your house, get off your block, and see somethinGo do somethin, go CHANGE somethin, or else we fall for nothinYou need to, travel the worldAnd when you come back, tell your girl and your girl and your girl..and your man and your man and your man.. you understand?So spread the word[Verse Two]It's every man for himselfThat's why the black community is lackin in wealth, there's no unityWe soon to be chillin with rich white folkand that means that we made itLet our kids go hungry before our wardrobe is outdatedRap careers are drug related, ballplayers, we need more lawyersMore housin and job created, why we waitin for it to be given?We need to get up, and get out, and make our own livinInstead of just makin more, inner-city childrenMore doctors in your building, righteous cops next doorIf the system's corrupt, then change itFought for the right to vote, don't even use itForget electoral winninThe way the world's goin, we in the ninth inningHeh, and we still aren't up to batNiggaz is happy just to have the rights to sit on the benchLike floor seats is alright, and that's as far as we reachMaterialistic values, not morals, that's what we teachI see it in the youth, hungry for fame and moneyNot for knowledge and pursuit of the truthPick up a book or a newspaperTake a free class in politics or human behaviorWe need to stop actin victimized, it's like we're day-walkin blindOpen your eyes, there's a whole world out there[Chorus][Verse Three]And you don't have to agree, or just be happyContent and lose your hunger, push furtherCause I don't believe that pipe dreams existThe world is what you make it, your life is all that you gotSo take it to the limitWhy would you deny your spirit growth and happiness?And if your peoples hold you back, they not your peoples at allYou know the, misery clicheLadies, know your worth; the way we givin it upWe might as well auction ourselves on eBay, to the lowest bidderSo what if his dough is better?Money doesn't make the manMaybe self-sufficiency would better make you understandLet's get it togetherThere's so much promise and it's just goin to wasteWe turn crude, lack of class, lack of tasteAnd trust, they laughin at usIt's slow genocideAnd I don't care how many bottles of Cristal you popIt won't un-expose you as a known pedophileNative child, runnin wild, to the ends of the earthI'll see y'all at the last hundred miles, bet[Chorus] - repeat 2X{*conversation to fade*
