Here's a bit of it, makes you think (if it doesn't, start thinking lol)
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| Different from the Erykah we know and love but this song... |
Now to my folks think dey living sweet,
Well dey gone f**k around and push delete
To the girls on perscriptions pills,
I know how ya feel
To my boys in Iraqi fields
This ain't no time to kill
To my girls in therapy,
See imma tell you this fo' free
To my folks up on the hill,
With the cake and dollar bills,
You need to watch da dirty cop
Dey the one you need to watch
You get the wake up call
When you saw the buildings fall
Bowties with the final call
Get ya money dollar bill yall
Bowties with the final calls
Get ya money dollar bill yall
To my folks on the picket line
Dont stop til you change dey mind
I got luv fo' my folks
Baptized when the levy broke
We gone keep marchin' on
Until you hear dat freedom song
And if you think about turning back
I got the shotgun on ya back
And if you think about turning back
I got the shot gun on ya back
BLLAAAA (BLAT!)
What am I talking bout
Errbody know what dis song's about
Dey be trying to hide the history
But they know who we are
Dooooo you want to see
Errybody rise to the NEXT degree?
Raise ya hands high if you agree
Just say Yessireeee
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