People, umI walk through the stationsEverybody wanna changeYou gotta do certain things, you know?Straight up
Yeah, people (yeah-hey) attentionEducation, knowledgeHuh, yeah (ooh) I got something to say to my teachersGenius is not the answer to all questions (yeah-hey)It's the question to all answersBrothers and sisters (ooh) yo! Come on listen!
Do we learn math to add the dead sums?Subtract the weak ones (yeah-hey) count cash for great ones?Yo, we multiply but divide the nationBreak down like fractions (ooh) send our sons away to die
Do we learn science in defiance of faith?To make alliance with fakes (yeah-hey) for an appliance's sake?We ask for the real to make artificial intelligenceTo make smarter kills (ooh) of others' presidents
Why do we learn history to fix stories for the guilty?Make angels look filthy (yeah-hey) and the devils look milkyIf the victor writes the books then what have we won?Are we battleships of authorship (ooh) a rich man's guns?
Do we learn to read to receive the liesTo deceive the eyes from seeing (yaah-hey) between the lines?Yo, we use words to bring forth sticks and stonesTo sing songs of hate that fill (ooh) the streets with bones
Unseen or heardA king with wordsTablo (yeah-hey) lyrical assassinY-y-yeah yeahMake-make me vision (ooh) for better livin'
Unseen or heardA king with wordsTablo (yeah-hey) lyrical assassinY-y-yeah yeahMake me vision (ooh)I'm the truth
Is a day job more than self-slavery?When we're locked watching (yeah-hey) the clock impatientlyWe sweat for the dollar bills, the checks, and the credit cardsBut the dollar kills, breaks (ooh) the necks of our inner hearts
If the police are role models for the righteousWhy does justice depend (yeah-hey) on guns and nightsticks?Mr. Officer, don't punish me, with brutalityThe streets got me singing (ooh) Marvin Gaye off-key
Why do we need church to get to heaven's gates?Can holy water quench (yeah-hey) the thirst of those whose fatesStarted in the wrong place with the wrong face?Can the poor and the hungry (ooh) survive solely on grace?
Can this rap game ever bring changes?When MCs would rather floss (yeah-hey) a cross than be saviors?Will I last in this game, be blasted with shameWill I stand for my name and never (ooh) blaspheme for fame?
Unseen or heardA king with wordsTablo (yeah-hey) lyrical assassinY-y-yeah yeahMake-make me vision (ooh) for better livin'
Unseen or heardA king with wordsTablo (yeah-hey) lyrical assassinY-y-yeah yeahMake me vision (ooh)(I-I'm the truth)
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