Bambu - As We Prey lyrics

Uh… the only thing is that uh
With all this…uh
With all this… uh… political
Thing happening right now
I don’t know how far we can go more
But we must have to push
Because as far as there is
A small political space
If we are not going to move ourselves
And ask that we are conscious
Who is going to do it for us?
If not now, when? (Brrraa)

Women and ghetto men, watchers on the tower
Turn that music a little louder
Just give me about an hour
I’ll give you back word to tell ya’ll
The devil tries supression
Pressure immigrants to leave
Passing laws just to arrest us
Now they’re telling me to switch it
Elitists say I’m dated, wait a minute
Homie, why the fuck these youngin’s
Imitating?
I hear youngin’s out here making ’95 rap
Tapes i am vintage ’95 I did my demo on
Tape
But, I ain’t here for that, this summer saw
Murders rise
Reporting live and direct from Inglewood
Ca-lifor-n-i-a ayy!
It’s hella evident, the devil been here
Ever since
Designing how to set the institutions
Up to benefit from parents hard labor
20 hours a day
Dropping bombs on a country for
Better rates on a trade
Now we prey praying with a gun against your
Brain ain’t no magic in the sky
To put the pieces in play (ayy)

Women, ghettomen however you identify
Long as you are down to
Catch the justice they deny and I am
Not signing on dotted lines
Keeping all the music mine
Never had a person wasn’t black
Or brown who down with mine
Others went the whiter route
Got the bigger check and bounced
While I am too abrasive for the palettes
Of their greedy mouths
Fuck faulty independents, lying like they
Get it but they’re gonna push that "college
Party" rap for higher tickets
While I’m charging less than twenty
Sell out venues plenty
And there’s gonna be a bunch
Of brown faces like a penny
PHAT and I would rather rock for twenty of
Ours than a thousand white kids who
Think I rap too hard
That make us prey

Hoping couple dollars come my way
From the opening bells straight up
And destined for jails so now we prey
We the prey

So now we prey

Hoping couple dollars come my way
From the opening bells straight up
And destined for jails son now we prey
We the prey

Through the scope of black music I am bam
The son of immigrants who
The left Philippines sayin’
Educated from the bottom by a standardized
Test
Battered by a life of peolice, are A-alikes
Next acquisition by a auto industry is in my
Chest when exhaust was more than
Momma chasing overtime cheques
One apartment, two siblings
And my grandparents and i
And I’ve been the prime prey
For the devil all my life
From a worker, to a student, educator in the
Music a jaded veteran ptsd-ing through the
Bullshit
I’m a poppa, who’d rather have integrity in
Mind cus most these motherfuckers can’t
Rhyme
From the days of watching momma chase the
Bus and seeing me in
Cuffs now teaching young son to
Keep his checking hand up
How to act when they show up
And try to say "he look suspicious"
All the shit you probably never
Have to teach the white children
Now we prey
Hoping couple dollars come my way
"Oh, I didn’t know you still rap
Ain’t you from back in the day?"
I’m still prey we the prey

Hoping couple dollars come my way
From the opening bells straight up
And destined for jails so now we prey
From the prey


Don’t trip that’s just Bambu de Pistola
Bambu de Pistola
That’s just Bambu de Pistola

A little exploration in the race
Tryng to navigate a industry with
Filipino face this isn’t praying to a
God this is prey under the Phillippine Army
Under Lumad we are prey