Talib Kweli-Verse 1



Here I am...

step out on the block to face the sun

Greet the people in the village that raised my son

As far as days go this look like an amazing one

I feel more normal in the summer the same as the Yankees won

It's like of course, what you expect less

The night about to kick off, folks is out in their best dress

Pimps and whores rising on the horizon

Ballers coppin more diamonds

Watch the ferrion looking towards Zion

What's embedded in the hardest head

It's the epic lie to me and debt to a

Country that gives us no credit

So cats stealin money cash hoes cuz

That's what's expected

What's the bill when the original architect is kinetic

Mummies return, so dummies can learn

Just how much Hollywood got to burn

Of our money that's hard-earned

But that really ain't my concern

As I walk the block

When the sun goes down it starts to get hot

Scorchin



Chorus:

Bridge to Bama

Bring your wife, your brother, your kids, your mama

(bring everybody) (your mammy)

Shits bananas (bananas)

The way we paint pictures in a vivid manner

(picture it)



Talib Kweli-Verse 2



Magnetic like refrigerator poetry

Attract imimators who wanna flow like me

You know it's me, floating free

Through the ghetto were the people supposedly

Ain't trying to show no love openly

Give me your hand (yeah)

Trying to build a bridge so we can stay the course

Hi-Tek lay the track for the train of thought to run across

Come across places were faces got tracks of tears

Cuz the human race been runnin up on they backs for years

Yeah, but they don't break

They keep it movin like when I travel the land

And peep how other people do it

How other people go through it

I'm bridging the gap like the Black Eyed Peas

I'm lovin givin it back, to see them raise up

I'm living for that

To keep trying means you keep failing

But if you don't keep trying

That means you keep dying

What the hell, we gonna die anyway

Keep your soul live when you're here

Is what I'm trying to say



Chorus X2