Hip-Hop for grown folks-2

Talib Kweli
"Give me the fortune, keep the fame," said my man Louis,
I agreed know what he mean because we live the truest lie
I asked him why we follow the law of The Bluest Eye
He looked at me, he thought about it
Was like, "I'm clueless, why?"�
The question was rhetorical, the answer is horrible
Our morals are out of place and got our lives full of sorrow
And so tomorrow coming later than usual
Waiting on someone to pity us
While we finding beauty in the hideous
They say money's the root of all evil
But I can't tell
You know what I mean,
Pesos, Francs, Yens, Cowry shells,
Dollar bills or is it the mind state that's ill?
Creating crime rates to fill the new prisons they build
Over money and religion there's more blood that's spilled
The wounds of slaves in cotton fields that never heal
What's the deal?
A lot of cats who buy records are straight broke
But my language universal
They be reciting my quotes
While R&B singers hit bad notes,
We rock the boat of thought,
That my man Louis' statements just provoked
Caught up, in conversations of our personal worth
Brought up, through endangered species status on the planet Earth
Survival tactics means, busting gats to prove you hard
Your firearms are too short to box with God
Without faith, all of that is illusionary
Raise my son, no vindication of manhood necessary

Not strong, only aggressive
Not free, we only licensed
Not compassionate, only polite
Now who the nicest?
Not good but well behaved
Chasing after death so we can call ourselves brave?
Still living like mental slaves

Hiding like thieves in the night from life
Illusions of oasis making you look twice
Hiding like thieves in the night from life
Illusions of oasis making you look twice

Mos Def
I'm sure that everybody out listening agree
That everything you see ain't really how it be
A lot of jokers out running in place, chasing a style
Be a lot going on beneath the empty smile
Most cats in my area be loving the hysteria
Synthesized surface conceals the interior
Land of opportunity, mirages and camouflages
More than usually speaking loudly, saying nothing
You confusing me, you losing me
Your game is twisted, want me enlisted in your usury
Foolishly, most men join the ranks cluelessly
Buffoonishly accept the deception,
Believe the perception
Reflection rarely seen across the surface of the looking glass
Walking the street, wondering who they be looking past
Looking gassed with them imported designer shades on
Stars shine bright, but the light, rarely stays on
Same song just remixed, different arrangement
Put you on a yacht but they won't call it a slave ship
You don't control this, you barely hold this
Screaming brand new, when they just sanitized the old shit
Suppose it's, just another clever Jedi mind trick
That they been running across stars through all the time with
I find it's distressing, there's never no in-between
We either niggas or kings
We either bitches or queens
The deadly ritual seems immersed, in the perverse
Full of short attention spans, short tempers, and short skirts
Long barrel automatics released in short bursts
The length of Black life is treated with short worth
Get yours first, them other niggas secondary
That type of illing that be filling up the cemetery
This life is temporary but the soul is eternal
Separate the real from the lie, let me learn you

Not strong only aggressive, cause the power ain't directed
That’s why, we are subjected to the will of the oppressive
Not free, we only licensed, not live we just exciting
Cause the captors, own the masters to what we writing
Not compassionate, only polite, we well trained
Our sincerity's rehearsed on stage, it's just a game
Not good, but well behaved cause the cameras survey
Most of the things that we think, do, or say
We chasing after death just to call ourselves brave
But everyday, next man meet with the grave
I give a damn, if any fan, recall my legacy
I'm trying to live life in the sight of God's memory
Like that y'all


Stop hiding, stop hiding, stop hiding your face.
Stop hiding, stop hiding, cause ain't no hiding place.
Stop hiding, stop hiding, stop hiding your face.
Stop hiding, stop hiding, cause ain't no hiding place.

We take the Black Star Line right on home
We take the Black Star Line right on home

Artist: Black Star
Album: Mos Def and Talib Kweli are Black Star
Song: Thieves in the Night

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