Hope

Sometimes my hope slips away I go through the day Without a way to see passed the decay To say a better day is coming got me running my mind Wondering if I'm cunning enough to find A new pattern of though designed So I can deal with this land of concrete Cause them facts are i'll yo we're facing defeat from the trees to the sees to the seeds of the ghetto The fleas on the dogs back have already settled in Won't allow no meddeling cause they shoot Do anything for the loot Wicked politicians making wicked decisions Straight lying to the public so they can begin another mission of war Man eyes are sore Shit's hardcore We can all make a change what we waiting for? There's a million other people who feel like I feel Too many cats are ending up with the raw deal for real But, I read a boek take a look Put it all in perspective ignore the crooks Who be rocking their politricks, while running for president If we want their asses kicked, then let's set a precedent See it's not you versus me But it's you and me versus the war-industry If you're asking me what it is that we can do Agaist idiots like G.W. it's follow through Chorus: It's what makes you cope It's what makes you grow It's what makes you go against the grain When they tell you no But you've got to show Your friends and foes it's time for change It's what makes you cope It's what makes you grow It's whats makes you go against the grain But they can't tell you no Because now you know the healing when you get hope I'm holding on like someone pushed me over the edge So sometimes when I rhyme it just go overyour head I try to bring it down to earth wothout sounding berserk It's for the people high and mighty and them down in the dirt Put it work like I'm nickle and diming Standing on the corner religious like a shaman I aint thicking with rhyming The punchlines, while they tickle your spine They picket the line And I'll never font for you, you aint getting consigment people hope to get signed but to they suprise The industry falling down right infront of they eye On my block brothers don't live brothers survive Mothers pray through the night and hope they son is alive Check the stoop, then the corner, then he hospital The citymorgue, matter of fact shit I got to go To my son's school Where they call me brother Kweli No time for crying Waiting and hoping like Buddy Holy Chorus: It's what makes you cope It's what makes you grow It's what makes you go against the grain When they tell you no But you've got to show Your friends and foes it's time for change It's what makes you cope It's what makes you grow It's whats makes you go against the grain But they can't tell you no Because now you know the healing when you get hope I'm hoping for better days and better ways to express I'm hoping for spiritual growth and some mental progress Hoping I'll won't be choking when it's time to take the test of the time As I'm standing in the limelight and rhyme Will I shine? Will I be remembered as a person who took the time and opportunity to find the goodness of his own kind? The kindness of this mankind The kind that makes the cynic in me just relax and unwind It's the state of mind you can find me in When I'm kicking back and I'm chilling Lookin at playing childeren, impressive buildings And I'm thinking that we more that the money hungry idiots Mass-marketing cats claim we be Man they can't get whit us it's the fuss of living Looking for a balance between taking an giving and making a living Whitout making a pre-emptive killing, shit has go to stop I hope we'll find the revolution back in hiphop