One.be.lo

One.be.lo - Axis songtekst

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("Man it's a trip")

("Man it's a trip") (turn)

("Man it's a trip, trip, trip") (turn)



[One.Be.Lo]

Now as the world turns, when will us black people learn? (damn)

Before we had a perm, we came from Adam's sperm

You see with plain vision, we live in the same system

Became victims, once was able, can't even raise children

Where's 'the village' when you need it?

A question for the person in the looking glass

Our community's lookin bad like a bucket full of crabs

That's the crooked path

If we don't straighten this out, how long would it last?

Every night you hear the bullets blast

Even if you in the suburbs every night, you see the footage flash

across your screen, I'll tell you my biggest pet peeve

You lookin at it thinkin like, "It don't affect me"

You livin large I'm thinkin like, "It don't impress me"

Rockin them chains, Sojourner Truth is tryin to set free

It don't take a pro-fessor

to see the o-pressor got the whole treasure

Now how many Africans slain for one platinum chain on yo' dresser?

I'm no better just because I think I know better

Tell me who you trust when you're in your new trucks

Some of us dyin over a few bucks, killers old enough to ride a school bus

With brothers like these tell me, who needs the Ku Klux?

Women walkin with titties out cause the truth sucks

It's time to breastfeed, knowledge is the best key

We got us pourin liquor out for all the dead G's

Rest?  Please, in the grave you gettin less peace



("Man it's a trip") ("Turnin, turnin")

("The world keeps turnin..")

("On its axis..")



[One.Be.Lo]

See in America they flamed bottle rockets when slaves was not abolished (true)

Slayed a lot of fathers and raped a lot of mommas 

Them days cotton products, we blame our modern problems

New ways they got us bondaged, the chains is psychologic 

The media be feedin us napalm atomics

While the schools brainwash us, the crayons is toxic (blah!)

Don't believe the hype, they can save all the drama 

Cause them apes not evolving, I can't swallow ya vomit 

My rights as a human they change laws in congress

Now Shaytan (Satan) in office, we can't call him honest

What part of the game do they play, cops or robbers?

In this land of Pocahontas, natives lost to conquest 

Your false gods get framed, buffed and polished 

If you ask who the prophet, they say Nostradamas (who?)

No ways of Muhammad, no pray five at Kabbah

Definition of a terrorist, they call Islamic

So many brothers puzzled and can't solve they problems 

Smuggle crack, juggle rap, or play ball in college

But Uncle Sam, hustle man, take all your dollars

Break y'all, sink them 8-balls in your pocket

I'm chosen like Moses, here to take y'all to promise 

My +Quest+ started when Tip say "Lost my wallet"

We all gotta get it, the mules, acres was promised 

But the skeletons came out the closet

Now some of y'all black folks is still patriotic 

Dyin in wars, so who you think make the profit?



("One day old fool, you gonna get this country 

in a war that they not gonna fight for ya,

which means you gon' have to fight it yourself!")



("What makes you think you can be a black hero?")



("I'm here, because I can't stand what's happening

and somebody has to make a difference

Now brotha will you help me?")
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