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: Those boon times went bust My feet of clay, they dried to dust The red isnt the red we painted Its just rust And the signature thing That used to bring
Yeah, this is a ghetto prayer Prayin' for all of those who ain't got it We gotta get it there, we gotta get it, here Yeah, the people starvin' for somethin
We know that what we reap we sow But we forget how low we can go You think it's bad here on Earth But if we don't get to Heaven, it's Hell It's all goin
Intro: Deliver us, deliver us (yeah) Deliver us, deliver us (what, yeah) And what the people say? We wanna live it up And what the people want? Please
*Deliver me oh my father* Come on Yea This the war right here *Deliver me oh my Father* What what? yea. Deliver me from temptation, the weaker
Yo son, what the deal, son? What's really hood, son? The word is bond, shit is real, shit is real Yo son, this block is dead Nigga need to go over here
Yes, welcome to the wonderful sounds of Talib Kweli Ladies, I got you in the mood for an interlude Raw like in the nude, I hope this ain't considered
Yeah, as a kid growin' up in Brooklyn My pops was a DJ, he had a bunch of records Funk, jazz, rhythm and blues, soul, you know what I'm sayin'? There
Yeah, expect the unexpected It's kinda hard to keep faith in the things that you do When everybody turns their back on you It's kinda hard to keep faith
It's all what we need More love, less hate, more real, less fake More grind, less wishin' Less stuntin', more fame, less talkin', more change Less rushin
Come on, yeah I like to take this opportunity to thank everybody Who been riding with me so far, it's a been a long journey But they say your life's path
This the year of the BlackSmith Talib Kweli, Kwame, let's go Yeah, niggas don't listen Back in the days we all used to listen Now shit is so wack, nobody
[Kids Rapping] I'm freestyling, for me, myself and I I write them on the paper til it gets sky high I say goodbye, to all the bad things I've done I start
