Sept. 13, 2013

Da Truth

From Redemption by Ray Jones (author's profile)

Transcription

Wrote: 2005
Song: Da Truth
Album: Kaly Love 4eva

V1
Thinkn about, dis funkd up world,
As I blaze, up da erb,
Trippn off, da war on t.vee,
Lookn up, at da geto byrd...
Watchn da kids, up in my hood,
Dat gangbangn like us,
N yung gurlz, selln dey bodyz,
Turned out, on dem drugz...
Tryna make it, out da ghetto,
Thinkn dis, da only way,
Kuz dey don't wanna, go 2 skool,
N try 2 get, a education...
Dey bringn dope, across da border,
Kuz white folx, want us dead,
Gettn 40 yearz, foe a cellphone,
Doing tyme, n da pen...
But I can't tell, deze brothaz nathan,
N da newz, dey steady dying,
Wantn 2 be, a dope dealer,
Always pakkn, dat iron...
So da pigz, can crak dey skull,
N lie n kourt, dey seen weaponz,
Beatn up brothaz, on video tape,
Sayn we resisted arrest...
N who da world, gon' believe,
We not da ones, in power,
Forgettn where, we came from,
Soon as we, maken dollarz...
Every time, I encounter chix,
Dey aktn like, prostitutez,
Telln dem samthan, dey need 2 hear,
N dey scared, of da truth...

Chorus:
Dismissn foolz, who fake & shake,
Kuz dey not ready, 4 me,
Breakn dem off, wit street knowledge,
Going hard, over beatz...
Posted up, n da lowryda,
Gettn gone, off da fruitz,
Tryna skool, all my krazy people,
N dey scared, of da truth...

V2
It's yung brothaz, refusen jobbz,
Kuz dey don't want, no 9-to-5,
But rather hang out, on da corna,
Tryna get som jail tyme...
N som foolz, don't alwayz make it,
When dey ass, get shot,
Kuz dey kids, is crying daddy,
Gettn beat up, by da copz...
Hearn motherz, are at da klub...
Tryna find, a suga daddy,
Teachn daughters, dat men ain't shyt,
Playn deze foolz, 4 dey money...
Not knowing how, 2 raise us kidz,
2 turn boyz into men,
Kuz since our dadz, was neva dere,
We da ones, gettn blamed...
Dodgen da pigz, dat wanna kill us,
Haten mo' dan da klan,
Lenchn us brothaz, like Emmit Till,
Bekuz we glanced, at white chix...
Sendn us brothaz, befo da judge,
Tryna give us, life n da joint,
N given white dudez, som rehab,
Dat get out, n 6 monthz...
Lookn at Amerikkka, start warz,
Wit other damn countryz,
N dey say, us blaxx is a threat,
Fightn over, gang territory...
Laughn at foolz, sayn dey real,
Just bekuz, dey got loot,
Telln dem samthan, dey need 2 hear,
N dey scared, of da truth...

V3
U got foolz, tryna akt hard,
Jus gettn out da pen,
Still tryna rob, dey own people,
Kuz dey don't got, no endz...
Instead of tryna, find a job,
N taken care, of dey kidz,
U got motherz, on welfare,
N da bedroom, turning trixx...
Kidz running wild, n da streetz,
Bekuz dey parentz, don't care,
Not wantn 2 educate dey kidz,
2 keep us all, out of jail...
N it's not all, da man'z fault,
N dis materialistik world,
Femalez be trippn, about money,
N don't want, us brothaz no more...
Sayn dat, dey independent,
Lesbianz, wit dey friendz,
Talkn about, dey all Christianz,
N dey don't need a man...
Nobody wantn, 2 fight 2 go bak,
2 rebuild, our Afrikan country,
Wantn 2 stay, n racist Amerikkka,
Selln out, 4 da money...
As whitez get killed, n dat report
Every day n da news,
N blaxx get killed, by racist pigz
U won't see, on da tube...
A lot people, be aktn scared,
When da police, roll thru,
Telln dem samthan, dey need 2 hear
N dey scared, of da truth...

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