paroles de chanson Life - Kool Keith , Sadat X

What did you say, Malcolm?
Well, I said the same thing that everybody says, that
Uh, his ass—assassination was the result of the climate
Of hate. Only I—only I said, "The chickens came home to
Roost," and—which means the same thing. Uh, uh, "climate
Of hate" means that this is—this is the result of something
Yeah
Dot X, dot E-X, dot X
Kool Keith, Kool Keith
OG, OG Nubian, yeah, yeah
Uh-huh, that's right
OG Nubian, world goes 'round
Don't stop, you know, man

Karma ain't stop the armor
I cried for mama
We die for drama
Visit the local drama
They slip in pools of blood
That's why I smoke bud in the shadow
I love to learn the dark
'Cause where the ambulance park
Usually brings screams
City bursting at the seams
Everybody so mad, everybody so bad
Situation so sad
She couldn't find housing
The way past web browsing
Couldn't compete
The words from Reverend Pete
They not working this year
Who working this year?
Who section say eight?
For the parents, he look straight
Crumbling under the weight
Stumbling out the gate
In the greatest race
I fight my latest case
With an unfriendly judge
He woke up in this morning with a grudge
He might not budge on the day of the sentence
I should've been a dentist
And took the steady check
Life wouldn't be such a wreck
But I still stay a wreck
Even though they got this black boot around my neck
I still want respect

Sound like it's a hard time (Hard time)
I guess I gotta step out the Phantom (Open the door)
Say my national anthem
Kick it

The haters gon' hate, but I ain't seen
Them at the cookout with a paper plate
I'm not worried about it
I guess I need to get depressed in a couple of hours
Crying some Eddie Bauers
Big foot on the ladder, I don't wanna
Come off like I'm not climbing over power
I refuse to be on the team with they heads down, going to take showers
If you see a junkie kneeling, give him cold
Water and tell him little kids is looking, get up
I'ma sweat and do a lot of sit-ups
Urban criers complain 'cause they not triers
A lot of loose cigarette buyers
You gotta drive and lean
Get the heroin users out of Burger King
Pass the onions to everybody who think they Lord of the Rings
Buy 'em some onion rings
A lot of Larry Holmes is tryna get back in the ring
While Martin out in Hollywood tryna play Dean
All these people tryna run away with millions
Think they gon' get saved by Dr. Sabine
What you want me to do, sit on the curb and eat a can of beans?
Watch 'em cooking crabs with baked steam?
Now if you wanna play chauffeur
You could close the door for me
And watch me drive off

You feel, however, that, uh, that
We're making progress in this country?
No, no, no, no
Now I will never say that progress is being made
If you stick a knife in my back nine inches
And pull it out six inches, there's no progress
You pull it all the way out, that's not progress
The progress is healing the wound that's below—that's, uh, below me
And they haven't even begun to pull the knife
Out, much less try and pull, uh, heal the wound
You have to—have—you have to
They won't even admit the knife is there