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Die Wurzel
02:42
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(excerpt):
Who taught you to hate the texture of your hair, who taught you to hate the color of your skin, to such extent that you bleach, to get like the white man, who taught you to hate the shape of your nose, and the shape of your lips, who taught you to hate yourself, from the top of your head to the soles of your feet, who taught you to hate your own kind, who taught you to hate the race that you belong to, so much so that you don’t want to be around each other.
(excerpt):
When I was growing up, I was taught in American history books, that Africa had no history, and neither did I, that I was a savage, about whom the less said the better, who’d be saved by Europe, and brought to America, and of course I believed it, I didn’t have much choice, those were the only book there were.
(excerpt):
White america must see, that no other ethnic group has been a slave on American soil, that is one thing that other immigrant groups haven’t had to face, the other thing is that the color became a stigma, American society made the Negro’s color a stigma.
(excerpt):
When we talk about society, where is it? Is it out there? No, society is not out there. Society is where? It is where? In us…a society can only be carried within the minds and bodies of its members, it does not exist as an entity outside of the minds and bodies of people, so when we talk about a society and social structure, it must represent itself in the behavior of people, and of individuals. Society exists outside and separate from people, that is logically impossible, and its a stupidity that's perpetrated on the populations upon our people, and often leads to serious misunderstandings, both of ourselves and of our situation.
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Home Feat. Cam Be
04:08
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Neak (verse 1):
Home.....what it look like, they say it’s inside I roam, I know my grandmas outside of em lost can't phone recalling the past gone, only vision is psalms, preachers, evangelists, scriptures in psalms, unknown.....beyond the pews identities fused, slave ships Atlantic cruise, ancestors refused they freedom what did we lose, y’all?.....I say we lost more than any could see see the treatment not equal all, see us....pull up police called, flip side some shoot out with they brothers police stall, all...in...all it’s brings to question what evolved, we can’t accept another century of being lost people, what I thirst for I can’t find it on the steeple, this crucifixion, not in religion, past the pores, it’s skin deep to the core, that’s I can no longer ignore....who am I beloved.....not quite sure.....
Cam Be (chorus):
How do I love you when you don’t love me…
What is freedom, if we really ain’t free…
I say home…is where the hatred is…
Maybe this…maybe this…maybe this ain’t home…
Neak (verse 2):
Home......loving self as I see it Leone....diamond, worshiping external my throne I find this known, to be a truth that’s homegrown hysteria on, when we arrive looking fresher than a Kanye clone, realize this is set on stone heart made of stone, nothing bout me say love, my complexion is black we on the covers of magazines loved for our talent but our soul disowned, I get it Nina Simone, we are gifted black youngins blinded, my white homie could go back about seven generations in no time and I can’t envision past one-two uncles, old-timers, history Alzheimer’s when trying vision the past, kind of hard to see it of you’ve never seen it, it’s like darkness all around yesteryear scenic, not, I wish it was, cause I trade it all for it, no vision for my lineage cause I ain’t even know it.
Cam Be (chorus):
How do I love you when you don’t love me…
What is freedom, if we really ain’t free…
I say home…is where the hatred is…
Maybe this…maybe this…maybe this ain’t home….
(excerpt):
If you’re looking at Rembrandt, you’re looking at Leonardo, you’re looking at all these people….(muffled)...all the figures in those paintings are white…and for a long time, that doesn’t matter, because those artists are who they are and the work is magnificent with those figures, but when you wanna do representation yourself, you have to come up against the notion, that figures that look like you, are not represented, in the pantheon of great paintings, except as peripheral, or exceptional kinds of images, and so for me as an African-American artist, I wanna see images of black people, central to the pictorial strategy of the work, and not just occasionally, I wanna see em all the time.
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Neak (chorus):
God’s vision that’s the key to life (repeat 3x)
I repeat, no sleep until I see it right.
(Chorus repeated 2x)
Neak (verse):
God’s vision, the antidote for the freshest fruits of the spirit, my big brother repeated simply “It’s Written..”, though my internal is fighting this peace I piece up the premonition, what my Sadie said of her Father he never down, never raised up her identity it’s harder now, the heart, so in short, any feeling don’t feel unknowingly yet it build it’s showing up in your will for life, oh, and emotions it all spills on the sleeve and loving me people a get fatigued tired, think it’s everybody else it’s really how I’m wired, if you don’t show a few your soul you gone feel the fire, all emotional confinement like serving priors, money rule the world they say but they don’t seem higher, inside, bought as low as a train in Brooklyn, inner peace tell me King who the hell done took it? Going broke in the spirit like I’m Carolyn, Crooklyn, can’t move with the pain till I find where the root is, huh, meaning simply about-face it, no shame no interference from all this fake shit, look inside self whatever I find face it, freedom thy kingdom coming I gotta chase it.....why….
Neak (chorus):
God’s vision that’s the key to life (repeat 3x)
I repeat, no sleep if I don’t see it right
(Chorus repeated 2x)
Elisa Latrice (repeated) - Right now, vision it right now
Add (verse):
God’s vision, his eye on the sparrow, ain’t playing no tarot cards, im playing the hand I'm dealt and going against the odds, and even leaving like adam eve when they leaving the garden of eden for eating the apple, there's snakes in the grass, the day you cross me just know that the first will be last…if you walk the straight and narrow just stay on the path, I be telling God my, plans and im hearing him laugh, still learning how to roll with it, cold with a flow, my spirit and soul in divine order, the vine oughta, bear the fruit for the wine water, cause time sorta, slip, away from the minds borders, the poor righteous teaching the rich cause we all martyrs, but, some causes will cause us to stray, One of my dogs got lost then he caught him a stray, if we in the last days granny told me to pray, hey…not a Latter Day Saint just a saint in his later days…do you feel me?
Neak (chorus):
God’s vision that’s the key to life (repeat 3x)
I repeat, no sleep if I don’t see it right
(Chorus repeated 2x)
Elisa Latrice (repeated) - Right now, vision it right now
Right now, envision it right now, living my outer life through my internal eyes.
Cause when I am free I’ll never wonder, just how the truth is realized
I’ll never wonder, about my life
Envision it right now, envision it right now, (right now)
Envision it right now
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Neak (chorus):
What would you do to be famous?
What would you do on your slave ship?
What you want, want the world, the things that it came with?
What would you do to be famous? (Repeat twice)
Neak (verse 1):
Yo, Yo, What would you do to be famous, would you spill the blood of your brother no shame in it, could you, see yourself in the mirror smile at the slave, should you, do whatever for flashing lights in the maze, oh you, don’t see it coming the hatred be known, family members are a target for media thrones, crown em, with foul stories they never would own, louder, apply the pressure the family legacy gone sour, Lord, though they know not what they do, newsflash every slander spoke with a fragment of truth, lies, truth, lies, overtime it’s just one in the same, and when you read about it segments of you is defamed, shame, you in prison when idolized, the man you known to become the first one is crucified, ah, it’s a devilish dinner you’ll eat the pie, ah, a long journey with life’s feelings collide..
IAMTHELIVING (chorus):
What would you do to be famous?
What would you do on your slave ship?
What you want, want the world, the things that it came with?
What would you do to be famous? (Repeat twice)
Neak verse 2:
Yo, Yo, What would you do to be famous? Would you spill the blood of your sister no shame in it could you, hide the pain on the reddest carpet untamed it’s you, the heart broken on sleeves media shame issues, can you see em in they rawest form, like when Aubrey has to tell us his baby was born, a celebrity undoubtedly bred to perform, so what’s real and what we see is internally torn, poker face like Puff, Mase, until it came to published, TMZ’d the conversation comments full of rubbish and, funny how a moment can turn into mental noise and, rather get the scoop we not thinking of all his boys and, daughters true or not, every second of it is poison, live and get exposed see broken pieces avoided, till we on screen paparazzis and dreams, welcome to the fire the glory of big screens…
IAMTHELIVING (chorus):
What would you do to be famous?
What would you do on your slave ship?
What you want, want the world, the things that it came with?
What would you do to be famous? (Repeat twice)
IAMTHELIVING (bridge):
Would you sell your soul to the devil? (repeated)
(excerpt):
…the fact that when we become famous we have these beautiful perfect lives and that nothing is never on a note, its a bad conception, cause then people always think that you have to be this grand old person that’s just happy about life and everything because what we got money, money doesn’t make you happy, it never did, history will tell you that, and fame certainly doesn’t make you happy…
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5. |
Out of Habit
05:00
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Neak (verse 1):
Out of habit my blackest brothers will go in prison, Out of habit big momma praying Jesus will fix em, Out of habit I swear the Illest Dilla and Nas, Out of habit you wealthy and white you run to Mars, Out of habit we kill our credit to look apart, Out of habit it’s Yeezys before Adidas stock, Out of habit we argue over race and religion, Out of habit we get employed, bury the vision, Out of habit I say that Dre is better than Boi, Out of habit I slept with many to fill a void, Out of habit they only teach us Rosa and Martin, Out of habit I grew up scared of Altgeld Gardens, Out of habit we run to Cardi’s skipping Lupita’s, Out of habit we only vote when Obama seated, Out of habit we settle our beef with pulling triggers, Out of habit I show my love saying my niggas, word.
Neak (chorus):
Out of habit I do, I do that…(Repeated)
Neak Verse 2:
Out of habit why Hollywood show us as slaves, Out of habit why don’t we own more in real estate, Out of habit why we generate only a stream, of income out of habit we need about three, or seven, Out of habit Democrats is for blacks, Out of habit the only ghetto dream is in raps, Out of habit we marry less more baby mommas, Out of habit we pass it down repeat the saga, Out of habit we labeled just a color or race, Out of habit we can’t conceive we a human race, Out of habit we misleading ourselves in the matrix, Out of habit we born innocent and then racist, Out of habit why the world is so centered round mula, Out of habit why my freedom at risk like I’m Fela, Out of habit why we follow the life that we living,Out of habit that’s the whole reason, word.
Neak (chorus):
Out of habit I do, I do that…(Repeated)
(excerpt):
I tell you I love you everyday, but…your heart, and the type of person you are, I would never want you to change that, we’re the most beautiful couple in the world, and there’s like no limitations on the things that we can do,
I just, I love the person that you are and the support that you give me and the beautiful art that you bring to the world, I can put into words like how much I love you.
Don’t…I don’t want you to ever forget how much I love you, I don’t want you to forget that I am who I am because of you, and…nobody can take that away from you.
I love you for you…
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6. |
World's Apart
03:48
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Neak (verse 1):
So together yet everything so apart huh, use to dream together now we don’t know where to start huh, where do we begin to be again together, not sure if both of us want it, love soon parted so half-hearted, approach, the hangs-up done hung us, hella back and forth ain’t no understanding no trust, problems liken to a dead horse we beat it we fuss, forth and back just like before fool’s gold how we see us, the first thing to go is pillow talk, smiles, and intercourse, next thing to enter course is broken child reinforced, what about me wasn’t good enough to be received, what I say to self, full of pride, heart wont see a sleeve, deceived, no purity, huh, we never grieved, stories that we came fromloving you could never be, it’s like a suicide to love someone and you ain’t healed, wish I knew this before the day I would kneel, my God…
Neak (verse 2):
Reflection turns to anger, distant when we in the room best friends is strangers, family says these MFs Doom, say we fine, darkness loom, everyone could see the tomb, lingering, time’s ticking, time Bomb, Boom, we in arguments, bickering, the fashion torn look at this, embarrassing to say the least, bitter when I reminisce, where do we go within ourselves when we apart, we go to other people to find the comfort that’s loss, the patterns is all cost no matter what line, cross it, soothe whatever wounds undetected in diagnostics, awe sh...drama like this can destroy a generation, our love was so unique it sat across the constellation, between the stars, uh huh now we was close to heaven, then came shooting down like Lucifer I felt depression, and I don’t blame for this moment I can see our lesson, show up whole if you really want the blessing, my God…
(outro message):
No matter what…I love you...I love you as a person before anything.....we really did the best we could......with what we had....to be honest seeing you happy is all I want….even if that doesn’t include me....somethings just grow apart......we can’t fight it...It don’t mean that I hate you.....it just means that sometimes good things come to an end....yeah...
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7. |
Church Hurt
03:21
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(excerpt)
I think God cares for us, desires for us to be healed but I think He cares more about his glory, and that’s hard to say but I mean like, I think some people that’ve been hurt use their pain as justification for hatred, which isn’t right, Jesus was hurt, Isaiah 53 tell us He was hurt you know what I’m saying, He was disrespected, but He chose to love us, and still chooses to love us, so I think that’s our challenge, um, as believers who have been hurt is I choose to love the church of God despite their flaws, um, because Jesus loves me, yeah..(laughs)...
Neak (verse):
Yo, yo, early Sunday morning, the same rituals, let’s cure the hangovers, with Canton Spiritual, sqwaulin, parents hands waving the praises due, balling, shedding tears, I guess it’s sinner blues, so how y’all love God today and liquor yesterday, hypocrites with Holy Ghost features became the mental state, my lens, so poisoned I’m skipping Sunday Service, perfection, can’t do it so ain’t room in churches, for me Lord all in all my humanity sealed, away locked in chains, realest me never revealed, coping mechanism loud but I keep it concealed, I’m loving women to a fault where the scriptures that heal? Granny paid tithes but died broke, my cuz pushed coke never prayed but blessed us with C-notes, dripping gold jewelry, who is in deception, confused in this religious dichotomy, question? How you tell a youngin’ God got em, when every vice living came and gave him rock bottoms, how do you trust His only begotten…..Son…..the Holy one Jesus, only gotten…..one life…..and yet it’s torn to pieces, the hardest thing to fix is broken hearts, I read the last shall be first, but when will it all start, huh, take apart my thought, fear of missing the mark, afraid I can’t fall short you’ll nailing me up on a cross, huh, what that do to brothers and sisters that need God? They keep they pain tucked up inside, can’t show a scar gotta roll through it, do it to def, fresh, but God at end of it, they gone see death, odd, what’s next for us? Poor teachings a bad gospel the realest issue, the same teachings from healed pastors the soul peaceful, some gain freedom some bound, from the same words, so really it's human error I found you can be called to it your call don’t call off the demons, possible we doing God’s work for the wrong reasons, possible to preach and be lusting the wrong features, anointed being called, can’t put back the broken pieces, of people, lost in the world and now they lost more, souls unhealed saying God’s name can close doors on many of His people, ...and what it is all worth? a promise unseen, welcome to Church Hurt huh…
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Thy Kingdom Come
03:40
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(verse 1):
Yo, I knew this life before I formed you, huh, I know the demons you were born to, huh, lately son it’s hard to find you, been missing you in prayer tell me what you gave your mind to? Strength, soul, body, what are you aligned to, this world you of it when it pass away, you’ll die to, design, that how I made it ain’t no redesign, my word, give peace so where’s your peace of mind? 2nd life newer skin was designed for newer wine born again renewed yet relationship in decline…tell me where it hurts I sent you plenty signs, can’t bless what you desire less your will is mine, I find you lost in lies The father of em provides, the great deceiver the serpent’s lust got a hold on eyes, I miss you in the morning when we praised Selah, we are one body think of King think Selma, not a moment I left you never I left in you in death……but you turned to all of what gave me death, my son, we are one and you our greatest creation, come back home no damnation.
(chorus):
Lord forgive em, he got them dark forces in em.
Lord forgive em, he got them dark forces in em, but he also got a righteous cause for sinnin’.
Lord forgive em, he got them dark forces in em, he got them dark forces in em.
Lord forgive em, he got them dark forces in em, but he also got a righteous cause for sinnin’.
(verse 2):
Yo, I heard stories that I seek perfection, lies, bad theology through adolescence, cries, from all my children bet I feel your essence, I rise, I’ll go find and you leave the 99, question, where do it hurt, I gave you signs and wonders, anything away from me will surely suffer, I am King no apology needed what’s on throne of your heart you know I’ll surely defeat it, what’s over me in worship I’ll leave you surely to be with, its nothing I can’t stir up, talents buried I free it, and give it where it’s freeing others that’s needed, that’s why I’m with you in the valley to free other
beings, to give me glory and free the broken the free a see it, thy kingdom come gnashing teeth the enemy leave with it, never leave you nor forsake you you made in my image, prince of darkness never take you I’ll kill em with quickness, the instant you believe in me receive me in faith, I’ll never go away.....what, whatever holy got my hand on it new creation, come back home no damnation....
(chorus):
Lord forgive em, he got them dark forces in em.
Lord forgive em, he got them dark forces in em, but he also got a righteous cause for sinnin’.
Lord forgive em, he got them dark forces in em, he got them dark forces in em.
Lord forgive em, he got them dark forces in em, but he also got a righteous cause for sinnin’.
(repeated)
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Profiling
03:16
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(excerpt):
I don’t know what white people see when they look at a Negro anymore. But, I do know very well, it wasn’t me, it wasn’t me, it was something he was afraid of, but it wasn’t me.
(verse - perception of White America):
Yo I don’t trust em, 400 plus no wonder why we ain’t rush em, crooked by design intellectuals wrote its sunken its DNA that dysfunction is all lies, yet this knowledge mean nothing we fall in line, fit in society learn, how to be what they are comfy around it’s absurd, in theory, until you pulled over, intuition is leery of me when he see me good assumption I’m a criminal clearly identified as a threat, huh, for my complexion, who knew death with go hand and hand with melanin, if I die tonight or I don’t I’m labeled a felon when they pull up, see this cycle’s repetitive, crazy how I see you and you see through me, afraid in 30 years you won’t be the majority old white male struggles authority model Daughtery back in trouble, karma is more of me on the soil, see, this soil be stolen this American Dream, history has shown us you protect it by any means no inclusion for a nigga, till we see Elohim so we shed blood till’ we see heaven on earth, believe, it’s real.
(excerpt):
What I’m saying is that I’m a part of the problem, cause I don’t know how to solve the problem, so what do I do? I ignore it. Well certainly it’s much easier to not know people. If you don’t know people you don’t have to accommodate people…if you don’t know people you don’t have to accommodate people.
(verse - perception of Black America):
Yo, I don’t trust em, 150 plus regulation said to uncuff em, crooked by design intellectuals wrote its sunken in DNA so that literature’s all truth, all my forefathers knew something, yet I see it different, don’t see color at all, I say that love is blind, ain’t no color better we all equal, the same, all prayers and meritocracy, I flourish on my own merit you call it hypocrisy uh....cause we divided in the ghettos we flew away from it, historians called it white flight the nerve of em, all we want is our future preserved, you kill yourselves and then you blaming society let it burn, where you live till you wake up, wake up from how you blame us, vote, save, graduate, it’s a way up, you generation one I’m probably something to eight or nine, my wealth came down, yours was tied to mine, that free labor production till free papers was written on slave neighbors grew wealth like a skyscraper, for me and mines, huh, not you and yours,we can’t change the past, forgive and close doors, huh, it’s real
(excerpt):
The biggest hurdle that we have is that white people, they don’t really have a full understanding of what institutional racism is within the country, they think it’s just an individual act of violence to another person that doesn’t look like them and of course the African-American community sees this in a very very different way, they will clearly, and this was said from Louisville KY kids in high school, which they said, Mayor, talent is equally distributed there’s no way to get around that, but opportunity is not.
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Neak (verse 1):
Pour liquor, ghetto ritual lord fix us, another gone, another weapon is formed against us, prospered, scene so unforgettable, Oscar, screenplay Diallo or G. Floyd, we monsters, labeled, affirmation “I’m a king” to feel able, so many brothers by design grow & be an Abel, boys in blue follow suit and shoot up the same table, boys on blocks crooked cops, what’s the difference? Only portrayal, all demonic in all depictions, same momma sang with the same pain when she miss em, sane momma sane no more lost in afflictions, couldn’t take the heat but she still sat within the kitchen, lost between “why blacks a kill blacks” and “our lives matter”, I’m only ready to ride out when it’s from the latter, I’m going bout my day smooth when it’s the former rather, it’s when they kill us the only time when it really mattered…
Peter Jericho (chorus):
We want change, but who gone change us? Pray for somebody else's God to save us, stuck inside this crazy matrix, keep playing the hand that’s dealt against us, but if you love me my brother, if you trust me my sister…(we’re gonna have to find a way out).
Neak (verse 2):
No between in this, life is like 3er fifths, pain level high, when the pain parlay with stewardess, peace never seen, with no origin for a Buddhist it’s, peace only seen when you pull it to settle Judas shi…whether Cochise killer, Stone, or police, bury me a G when retired from life Sho-reef (shareef), skin-deep, hatred feel Easy, Mo-Be, slowly, my God fill our ghettos with the Foley’s, own kind, no matter color they come in I call em one-time, no matter what my perception of me, I’m hoodlum, my experience form prison, hate black, love black, kill me, show love, the dualism, reincarnate itself and centered as self-hatred, when they kill us, our reply is “we kill us”, outrageous, that we turn on us when they kill us, and same time, when we gone stop to not kill us, uh huh uh....
Peter Jericho (chorus):
This feels like a formula, we catch it on camera, whether or not we resist, comply, it’s clear that it don’t let up (in America), oh great faithful we are, I don’t feel like a chosen one, my life could get took anyday, my skin color makes me afraid..
(excerpt):
During the week we’ve recently spent in the city, ten people were killed in shooting incidents and 88 were wounded…
(excerpt):
We have a challenge right now, specifically, but not limited to, the south side and west side, where we have a level of shooting and a level of gun violence that’s unacceptable and must come to an end.
(excerpt):
We have seen so much brutality around this country, videos circulate everyday, videos from our police department, videos from around the country, this is not something we’re gonna stand for, and we’re so tired of marching and protesting (in America)
Neak (verse 3):
Don’t care who pull the trigger muthafucka stop it, don’t care who kill the children all this violence is nonsense, lives taken, life’s short, I pray for souls falling in our marchin’ but silent when it’s from our own dead honest, like I’m blind like young Ray, no vision for the AK spraying at young Tre, no pressure from my internet fingers with black killers kill black niggas law enforcement go and kill em now it’s on nigga, on and on, on, the anger Baduism, clap with steel wrong indicted and go to prison, trauma to heal from is rooted never risen like when master beat the slave and the other slaves listened,other slaves ran away and others wasn’t ditching so in short now we can’t decide really who to kill quicker, black on black or black on blue, it’s all bad clap on back or think things through, it’s a war going outside no man is safe from, but it’s sad cause being black it’s anyone.......yo, it’s anyone.....it’s said cause being black it’s anyone....
Peter Jericho (chorus):
Do you feel my pain?...(do you)....my sunshine turned to rain (do you)....
We want change but who’s gone change us? Pray for somebody else’s God to save us.
But we won’t love one another, tell me do we trust one another (I’ve been so afraid).
We want change but who’s gone change us? Pray for somebody else’s God to save us, stuck inside this crazy matrix now (in America).
Where it’s black on black or black on blue, but you’re causing me pain.
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11. |
Junkie
03:04
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Neak (verse):
Huh, don’t feel ashamed but what I feel is different, I feel a judgement in any circle that see me twitching....scratching, no one listen and no one cares, I’m like disease with no cure seemingly in despair, fair, I want it, the needle, the high of being beetle, Lennon, and repeat it when falling from the steeple....beginning.....to be seen as something as problematic.....family hide pursues, I’m labeled a drug addict, that’s automatic in any setting I wear it proud, the shame, lease I found a way I can leave the pain....behind, in my mind cause I’m on a different vein, flyer higher than kenieval this a different plane, drained, momma sane not, this mental strain, I’m the baby that grew up Gator, the Samuel L. lane, Jungle Fever, pops was a believer of the highest kind so when I see him, all he see is demon, defined, so then I’m locked in those parameters, even if I show up different you white to my Banneker, nigga, never different, you still a slave to the baking soda white mixture, can’t see the bigger picture, soul issues, the soul misused, sole issue is how to heal the root so it won’t continue....but you ain’t hearing me....so let me leave so you won’t infused in my energy, and let me look for the dealer who like a friend to me, who serve me something that you cause poisen, so why my spirit free.....apparently you don’t know what it’s like when you can’t renew the mind, the greatest struggle all through mankind, I don’t know where I’m going, when I been, or where I must be...I guess I’m living like....like a junkie.....like a junkie....yeah living, like a junkie....
(excerpt):
You read about it.
you see about it.
This shit real.
People dying every fucking day.....for not a got damn thang.
How the hell you think that shit getting in here.
Into our neighborhoods...our corners...our streets…
You think we bring that shit? Think again muthafucka.
it’s a set up.
Not because they bring it, but because we fall for that shit.
Wake up niggas…wake, up!
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12. |
Memoirs of a Lost Nigga
02:46
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Neak (verse 1):
Yo, days going no recollection of where’s it’s going, sun rise and sun sets my inner man not growing, tomorrow morning that sun of morning, slay me while I’m mourning for yesterday, cause I ain’t take advantage of the moment, I didn’t feel my dream, I didn’t see a thing that reminded me that I’m worthy let’s lose it on a fling of this nightlife, lot like Tyson pre the fight night, invincible until the Stevie Wonder sight prevail this what life like when you don’t see nothing you designed for, made to cruise in kingship but king you in denial for the lower-level peasantry, blind whores, wicked chains, used up, the soul is prolly good as a Matador, dead world, chose a door, plenty of em spoken for, cast pearls, never soar, dead world they see a floor, ain’t nothing here to raise em, nothing here to speak some life into em, so this life is like Callabasses with Ye’ and nem, oh my God, oh oh my God, I swear to God if you don’t save em they gone be a facade, and they’ll live a life distorted, awarded to live in Oz go figure, the memoirs of a lost nigga....
Chorus:
The Memoirs of a Lost Nigga (Repeated 4x)
Neak (verse 2):
Yo Yo, blowing money fast, yep, only growing interest for the moment, Zep, ain’t no stairway to Heaven, it’s death, you don’t know the steps, left in what you feeling, mess, see no future, like Ciara, live healthy, life as wrongdoers for self, you chose Hoover, J. Edgar, it looks like the shots from niggas when they roll, roll up, you can you lose your whole life if you don’t slow up, and you can’t change nothing bout it if you don’t own up, wanna live long or live short fresh to death, you wanna live small or shake the world, etch a sketch, pure poison if success her body that’s modelesque, the point of why you designed, her gift, like acquest, gotta feel deeper....leave her, this world, only way to treat her, have you hating darker days mental overseer, eye opens, no sight, precipice to low life, speaking of potential that don’t grow right, Jesus, break in me the feeling to aim of living prestigious without the right character to seize it, get it fast, lose it fast, pray for us, I see the bigger picture.....yo, the memoirs of a lost nigga.
Chorus:
The Memoirs of a Lost Nigga (Repeated 4x)
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Neak (intro):
Where do we go from here?
Neak (verse):
We are so a long away from the promise today, what a miracle to be on this earth at my age, only brotherhood would come in a form of gang, what’s the reason why I’m dealt every card that I’m playing, saying, what point in history welcomed our laying down, sailing way across Atlantic imagine hearing the prayers of ancestors and nothing move, but waters and evilnesses evil merit conducted inherit laws and rules, systemic, that give way to a premise that everything black ain’t important this torment imprinted, hard to feel it when we shot on the film or rotten in prison petty crimes, collision, run its course if they never listen, soil bloody we building upon it then call it Christian, adore money we built it upon it the blackest niggas, floor cruddy enslaved bodies it all eclipses, the core body the principles every man is equal, truth irrelevant liars who not inclusive to bring this truth out for every men see what they did to chair-a-man, Fred Hampton, Mike Browns, Sean Bells, Philandos, and any black people that’s back home in Chicago.
Neak (chorus):
Be in love with today.
Cause nothing’s ever promised tomorrow today (repeated 2x)
Philmore Greene (verse):
See I’m a black man so I can’t do crushing with all my melanin, Philly is a veteran speaking it so eloquent, I’m confident, did it for years they called it arrogant, hatred is a mindset this love I’m inheriting, compare the life of a black to a barbarian, my sister had a child with my homie I was burying the cycle, we come through bare arms carrying, the whirlwind is murders but quiet is librarians, this is Malcolm mixed with Garveyism, by any means dodging the long arm of the system, 400 years they never saw us as a victim, now we off the ropes swinging for dear life, hit em, they bury black fathers in the grave or the jail, and kill a mother only son he ain’t make it to Yale, listen, we done drugged our feet through the blood dirt, if we wanna make it home it starts with us first, let’s go.
Neak (chorus):
Be in love with today.
Cause nothing’s ever promised tomorrow today (repeated 2x)
Nothing’s ever promised tomorrow today (repeated 2x)
Nola Ade (bridge):
Nothing's ever promised tomorrow today.
And nothing last forever, it don’t seem far away.
It hurts this life may be the only way (repeat 2x).
(excerpt):
If a human being, dares to be bigger, than the conditions to which he or she was born, it means so can you, and so you can try to stretch, stretch, stretch yourself, so you can internalize (foreign language), I am a human being, nothing human can be alien to me…
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Neak Chicago, Illinois
If your father performed alongside Funk & Soul legends like James Brown & Sam Cooke, chances are being a product of your environment meant only one thing; following the path of musicianship set directly before him. Chicago-based Hip-Hop rapper and producer Neak draws vivid verbal portraits which find inspiration in the spirit of U.S. black culture and his own deep-seating personal experiences. ... more
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