Текст песни The Village - Trav Da Poet
The
village,
the
village
The
village,
the
village
The
village
Save
the
village
The
village,
the
village
The
village,
the
village
Heal
the
village
Heal
the
village
The
village
Clustered
connections
concentrated
in
centralized
locations
Varying
last
names,
age
ranges,
social
status,
vocations
Commingled
generations,
old
to
new
school,
bebop
to
R&B
Hip-Hop,
gospel,
jazz,
and
blues,
vibing
to
the
beat
All
thriving
trying
to
survive,
colliding,
sliding
Into
each
other,
vocalizing,
harmonizing
Different
familial
voices
that
acquiesce
and
coalesce
to
one
accent
The
village
Powerful
people
populating
problematic
premises
Under
uneven
umbrellas
uncovering
unbalanced
upbringings
Politics,
philosophes,
morals,
religions
An
oil
and
water
mix
somehow
blended
Together,
fused
foundations
founded
upon
common
unity
Supposed
support
sustaining
community
Despite
spite,
slights,
strife,
slicing
division
Surgical
incisions
incensed,
tensions
From
social
status
and
hierarchical
classes
Go-getters
versus
average
Joes
versus
underachieving
loafers
Jealous
one's
envy
wasted
chances
to
advance
Internal
anger
engulfs
the
little
they
have
due
to
lack
Seething
over
what
they
see
others
gained
The
village
Bonded
in
love
through
umbilical
cords
to
our
mothers
Prepared
for
the
world
through
the
guidance
and
respect
of
our
fathers
Houses
with
strong
foundations
beautified
with
precious
adornments
Nurturing
nuances
needed,
necessary
navigation
through
nights
and
days
Calmly
comforted
cancelling
calamity,
cautiously
caressed
by
caring
creators
The
village
Young
minds
molded;
life
choices
predisposed
By
the
roles
parents
uphold,
elements
criminal
corrode
Innocence
intentional,
individuals
inherit
incorporated
ideologies
Hugging
the
block
tighter
than
two
lovers
long
goodbye
Allusions
to
the
fate
these
thugs
embrace
Either
held
forever
inside
a
coffin
or
the
correction
of
a
prison
cell
The
village
Where
we
learn
how
to
ball
on
courts
with
hot
cement
and
tight
rims
Figuring
out
when
to
pass,
or
ball
hog,
no
I
in
team
but
an
I's
in
him
Recreation
turns
into
obsessive
dedication
Visions
of
hitting
game
winners,
the
crowd
goes
wild
All
while
surrounded
by
aunts,
uncles,
and
cousins
cheering
Laughing
while
also
giving
tips
and
correcting
form
for
the
shot
The
village
The
first
place
of
controlled
conflict
Where
playing
the
dozens
can
turn
into
throwing
the
five
Where
hot
hands
were
served
in
scraps
to
fight
Cliques
formed
against
foes
testing
our
might
Additionally,
a
breeding
ground
of
disappointment
The
team
thought
tough
and
tightly
truly
disjointed
Discovering
those
claiming
to
be
family
were
fallacies
False
friends
fictitiously
flaunting
fondness
The
first
backstabbers,
first
liars,
first
thieves
First
ones
to
break
the
hearts
on
our
sleeves
The
village
Racism
drives
as
White
society
tries
to
deride
the
Black
family
Injecting
poison
to
the
mind
which
decries
lies
meant
for
dismantling
Flooding
media
with
negative
images
depicting
hoeing
and
pimping
Glorification
ignoring
achievements,
displaying
losers
as
winning
Using
entertainers
to
entertain
inner
pain
baptized
in
bitter
water
Satisfying
lust
for
distrust,
dysfunction,
and
disorder
The
village
No
obstacle
or
opposition
too
overwhelming
to
not
overcome
We
fight
with
the
heart
of
a
champion
Getting
back
up
when
knocked
down
seven
times
Furiously
finishing
the
fight,
seeing
a
glimmer
of
light
Blinding
the
face
of
the
Grim
Reaper
Telling
him
he
can't
kill
us
or
our
future
The
village,
the
village,
the
village
Heal
the
village
Save
the
village
Heal
the
village
Need
the
village
The
village,
the
village
The
village,
the
village,
the
village
The
village
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