Lupe Fiasco - Ayesha Says (Intro) Lyrics
Hijabs, hoodies, afros, locksTeddy bear, liquor bottle shrines, rocksTanks, prayer rugs, church pews, Mexican corn standsBlood, sweat, and tears, police batonsGas masks and bullets create graffiti on cornersMurals that salute freedom or death for libertyBe it Inglewood or Egypt, Bedstuy or BaghdadSyria or Liberia, the west bank or the west side of ChicagoWhere food and liquor stores still occupy the blockWhile police and community watchmen justify why they shotEmmit Till and Malice Green, Rekia Boyd and Trayvon MartinBetter not wear that hoodie while shopping for a cartonOr whatever they sellin’ in your food desertCause your soul is dessert and will be dissected and consumedOn the Fox evening news while we sing the bluesThe new Jim Crow caged bird singsCause he’s tired of occupying his misery and of our marchingHe wanna fly to a higher consciousnessBut his school on academic probationThey gave him medicine, diagnosed him with a felony and mental retardationSo he refuses to cease the firin’, nobody’s hirin’In Illinois, 67 is the new age when you retirin’Class lines have blurred, those who used to have, have notPensions bein’ snatchedThose who never have keep their hands stretchedSocial services being cutSterilization clinics giving out pills to numb the wombYoung girls referring to their vaginas as tombsThinkin’ protests are temporary and trendyWell rock a t-shirt and carry a posterAnd two weeks later it’s back to normalBut they say times are changin’The revolution is becoming second nature, causes are combiningPeople carrying torches, hope burning from their handsAttaching explosive devices ‘cause they keep stealing their landsIn the name of freedomHijabs, hoodies, afros, locksTeddy bear, liquor bottle shrines, rocksTanks, prayer rugs, church pews, Mexican corn standsBlood, sweat, and tears, police batonsGas masks and bullets create graffiti on corners
