Blue Scholars - Bayani lyrics
[Blue Scholars - Bayani lyrics]
Yeah, now uh turn off your radio
Turn up your stereo
Northwest rock, rock on, whats the scenario?
Four years ago two students skipped a class
Went and
Crafted an album, some called it a classic
But
We've grown past, it was good while it lasted
Now it's time to put
The education into practice beats, rhymes
Rice be the breakfast of champions
We hold the whole town down
Together with the plan to
Hold the mic with compassion
Like Yuri did Malcolm
Traveled down the coast since we
Dropped the last album
That plus one is how long we've been war-torn
It's the return of the
Hard-knock and hardcore
From hard rock to Hip-Hop
The migration of flocks who once
Mocked what we ride for it's a psy-war
From sidewalks to billboards and
Stores telling all
Poor people that the world is yours
But this money is ours
You can get a little back
You start putting in hours
You can widen the gap
But, you can see it in the
Towers standing next to the squatters
Who be wandering the city in
Search of a job offer
The first generation in the US of A to get
Paid less wage then the ones who came
Before the wicked waged war
In the dessert terrain
24 short bars couldn't measure the pain
So now I greet the neighbor daily
He's on his porch, smoking
Overhead, thunderclouds move in slow motion
Came across an ocean in hope
Of some better days
Expatriated citizens of third-world decay
Where children translate for their
Parents sake in a
Landscape where the working
Class can't escape these languages twisted
Tongues get unraveled
Can't understand each other in
This modern day babel
Now we trying to get a piece
Of what the city broke down
Barely claiming families but quick
To claim the town
Recognize it's serious but ain't
Afraid to clown
Trained for confrontation there's no
Other way around
These sacred ground desecrators
They tried to decimate us
They hit the ballot like the
Mayor's gonna save us and
It pains me to say this but
Pain is what made this
It's gonna take more than just
Rain to change this
Just some rain to change this
Turn up your stereo
Northwest rock, rock on, whats the scenario?
Four years ago two students skipped a class
Went and
Crafted an album, some called it a classic
But
We've grown past, it was good while it lasted
Now it's time to put
The education into practice beats, rhymes
Rice be the breakfast of champions
We hold the whole town down
Together with the plan to
Hold the mic with compassion
Like Yuri did Malcolm
Traveled down the coast since we
Dropped the last album
That plus one is how long we've been war-torn
It's the return of the
Hard-knock and hardcore
From hard rock to Hip-Hop
The migration of flocks who once
Mocked what we ride for it's a psy-war
From sidewalks to billboards and
Stores telling all
Poor people that the world is yours
But this money is ours
You can get a little back
You start putting in hours
You can widen the gap
But, you can see it in the
Towers standing next to the squatters
Who be wandering the city in
Search of a job offer
The first generation in the US of A to get
Paid less wage then the ones who came
Before the wicked waged war
In the dessert terrain
24 short bars couldn't measure the pain
So now I greet the neighbor daily
He's on his porch, smoking
Overhead, thunderclouds move in slow motion
Came across an ocean in hope
Of some better days
Expatriated citizens of third-world decay
Where children translate for their
Parents sake in a
Landscape where the working
Class can't escape these languages twisted
Tongues get unraveled
Can't understand each other in
This modern day babel
Now we trying to get a piece
Of what the city broke down
Barely claiming families but quick
To claim the town
Recognize it's serious but ain't
Afraid to clown
Trained for confrontation there's no
Other way around
These sacred ground desecrators
They tried to decimate us
They hit the ballot like the
Mayor's gonna save us and
It pains me to say this but
Pain is what made this
It's gonna take more than just
Rain to change this
Just some rain to change this