Allright (feat. Talib Kweli)

Many men have died, being blind to the terrors of our own doin'

Misusing and not understanding responsibilities of being human

This Earth, our world, God's child, a miracle that was granted onto us

But we take it for granted little fingers between us

Lost in a illusion that was fed to us by each other

So, now we stand fooled of bullshit that is

And we continue to shit on top our world

Motherfuckers ain't gave me shit, I earned mine

Street certified, I deserved my time

Ain't tryin' to be a killer, just a trill-ass ****

Born and raised in the gutter, don't ask me why I'm bitter

Got love for Obama, but I know what the business is

Help my mama, my mirror's gone, some sneaky shit

Caught **** fooled, dazed and confused

You let your guard down, everything is switched to rules

Pay attention to the clues, 'fore you end up on the news

The whites showed blacks, we all slaves to the Jews

Little kids ain't readin', they'd rather watch the tube

Gettin' maniputated by somebody else's views

Somebody else's history, somebody else's hue

Chokin' on this bullshit, we bit off more than we can chew

White information infected with AIDS and Swine Flu

Now I heard the clonin' people, what's this world comin' to?

Now tonight, look for light

Run from death, search for life

And I lost my sight, tryin' to turn wrong to right

But mama said it's gonna be Allright

We lost the night, look for light

Runnin' from death, search for life

Then I lost my sight, tryin' to turn wrong to right

But mama said it's gonna be Allright, gonna be Allright

I don't just take it, I abuse it

Create my illusion

State of the union in a state of confusion

From the snakes, to the jakes, to the fakes, to the womb

And I put the truth on the track and make em' face the music

My man slinged to a white girl, Hannah Montana

While I sit and zone out to the keys on the piano

The only difference is the entertainer's treated like his words

Got a bit more significance, I don't get

Tucked in the back, chased and tucked in the lock

Ain't no love in the home, so he stuck, huggin' the block

Duckin' a lot, couple of shots, at the party celebratin'

With the smoke in the glock

That's just how it go

Act tough, we'll show you just how it blow

Wanna quit, but got no towel in to throw

It's powerful, yo

I'm just a product of events in my life

My mama said there'll be days like this, but she ain't mention the night

Now tonight, look for light

Run from death, search for life

Then I lost my sight, tryin' to turn wrong to right

But mama said it's gonna be Allright

Lost the night, look for light

Runnin' from death, search for life

Nearly lost my sight, tryin' to turn wrong to right

But mama said it's gonna be Allright, it's gonna be Allright

I got a right to be hostile

As a child, I saw my dog get his head blown off

And a dollar ain't a dollar no more

So I'm sittin' 'round, wonderin' what I need it for

Go the store like it's a stick up

My son's gotta eat

Put the clothes, food, shoes in the car, and hit the street

Hit the gas station, fill up

And left the trunk be

Middle finger to the cops, make 'em come test me

Lawless man on the harvest

Fuck Yale, fuck Harvard, fuck college

My parents waited jobless, confused and in debt

Credit score low, bouncin' hella fire checks

Can't rest, Fannie Mae on my neck

Try to pay this gas bill, shit real in the 'jects

Lost in the fast lane, rock and roll, drugs, and sex

Walkin' around with blood diamonds, tryin' to floss for respect

She was spent

(We livin' under the rhythm of the creator)

(What in the world is the world comin' to?)

(We are related to the ground we stand on)

(Ancestors to those boys who set sail off)

(Children of  the air we inhale and exhale)

(By destiny's greatness, day by day, year by year)

(Live while we're destroyin' ourselves)

(But not recognizing the suicide, may we rest in peace)

That motherfucker love A.T.L.

The home of the stripper

This bitch come up to me at Stat Quo, this bitch like

"Ok, I'ma tell you why I'ma stripper, I'ma tell you why I'm a stripper"

I was like, "Why you a stripper, baby"?

She's like, "strippin's in my blood"

"My mama and my grandmama stripped"

I said, "how old is your grandmama"?

She's like, "uh, my grandmama seventy-three"

"She used to strip during segregation back in, uh, Mobil, Alabama

In the late sixties"

I was like, "Goddamn, your grandmama was strippin' in the sixties"?

"That bitch had to deal with racism and splinters"

'Cause that's back when the pole was wood

That was before the strippers had strip names

You know, now a days, the strippers be like, "give it up for Peaches"

"Make some noise for Ta-ta La Licious"

"Give it up for sister Lucille"