[Talib Kweli: talking] Yeah... As we continue on.. Yeah (We recordin' in the house) Ladies and gentlemen This the soundtrack (In the natural sound) Do not be alarmed (Children playin') Don't panic, be calm, yeah... (Crickets chirpin') We gon' hit you with... with the words We gon' hit you with the music (We in Fort Greene right now) 'Course we gonna hit you with that Kweli shit
[Musiq:] One of these days a change gon' come For you and I and our children Where you can live and just have fun Don't nobody trip on where you come from Everything is good yeah it's all love It's freedom in the hood for all to get some It's every woman to a man To a child to a fam With all us on a higher level of understanding But if it's gonna take a while I'll chill I can bask in the glory on that day And if I gotta chill then boy I will It's no problem for me because yo I be B-Boy position standing here Anticipatin' patiently just waitin' To grind out for my dream And you (you) can't stop me boy
[HOOK: Musiq] Listen... Ladies and gentlemen don't be alarmed This is the soundtracks of what's goin' on And if you want you can get it I promise you if you let it The rhythm'll be good to you Yeah, let the rhythm be good to you I promise baby it'll be so good to you And now, you 'bout to witness the sound Of these Words, Musiq, and Kweli
[Wordsworth:] Community blocks waitin' 'til my opportunity knocks But the door is usually locked because it's usually cops Most of wish we had a car and jewelry shop But spend my days tryin'a fuck or find a movie to watch Talkin' big plans to live large and move from the block Your only option from your moms is to move to ya pops Cigarettes tryin'a hold on to the few that you got Price is crazy high for you to give up a loosies a lot Areas we from you scared you don't run Don't care what you've done Be wary of tongue snitchin' 'n' hope the jury is hung Tryin' to go from zero to one like a hero becomes While here air in my lungs ideas I share with my sons People down here so shady they could stare at the sun Can't wait 'til that unemployment check clear once it comes Daily routine, but my only theory when young Was get money, get a job and hope her period comes... it's real life
[HOOK]
[Talib Kweli:] Walkin' the block at night I, stopped at rhyme cypha Circle of rhyme writers broken up crime fighters They said we loiterin' started orderin' us around We ain't jump at the sound of they voice, They said "Get on the ground!" This cuz we black or what? I'm sick of cops harassin' us Probably because we ain't degrade ourselves fast enough The people passin' us stopped 'n' the cops start actin' right Somebody had my back tonight Off they go in a flash of light You try to see the future take a mental picture of it City life is hard when your apartment don't fit in your budget You need to get a room like people who kiss in public Plus you tempted to say "Fuck it" until you kick the bucket There's more to life than appears it ain't no crystal stair As nails'll stick out 'n' snare you and this is crystal clear Ain't no officials in chairs or fans that scream your name It ain't a game but it's still a challenge just the same
[HooK]
[Musiq:] But if it's gonna take a while I'll chill I can bask in the glory on that day And if I gotta chill then boy I will It's no problem for me because yo I be B-Boy position standing here Anticipatin' patiently just waitin' To grind out for my dream And you (you) can't stop me boy