Blue Scholars - Evening Chai lyrics

(Hm? Alright)
Hit 'em with the morning tea (I got it, man)
Had a full day
(I was going to take this little walk)
Now we go home and sip some evening chai
(Back home
Same route that I took to get here)
But first
I'm going to share a little bit of my
Observations while on the way home with you
(Take out my pad and my pen)
Let's go (Take out my pad and my pen)

I taste the evening and breath in
The crisp Pacific Northwest air
As it's leavin' my lips, crack the bit's
This visual kiss, the Puget Sound
And the bluest of skies
Two sides of the abyss
This city was built on the backs of the brave
Who gave up their home for a dollar a day
The same folks who rose up
Demanded minimum wage
Unofficial slaves not given a page
A photograph or a paragraph
Written to claim them
Some got the nerve to say "Go
Back to where you came from"
Same ones who stole the
Land from Chief Sealth
And then named the city after him
As if to say "We honor you"
Right after we conquer you
And pillage your home
Soil fertilize with indigenous bones
Jimi Hendrix, Ray Charles, and Quincy Jones
Japanese jazz, and now hip hop and poems
At 7th and Jackson, the microphone's open
Subvert a culture genocide seven years goin'

In the moment and the music
Time to show and prove it
Never will you see me be
A Judas to the movement
Used to be a student of the
Beat until I mastered it
And then I set it free to
Let it be the energy
That I command when I spit
Illest shit heard out of mangled, tight lips
I like sisters with hips
I like sisters with hopes
Even better than those
Blow spirit's through the smoke out
My mouth and my nose

I pose questions like "Why folks
Wear locs at night?"
Either to look swass or the
Moon is too bright
These dudes with tight shirts and spiked hair
Hit up the late-night Chinese
Joint with fanfare
Fresh off the club, one stumblin' drunk
Ain't worth my time, just a mumblin' punk
And he be acting like a chump
But he still my brown brother
Sister by your side dyed hair with fake eyes
Probably wonders why she attracts
The fake guys
I sigh under Southside night skies
My people, young, brown
And gifted conversely
The people I belong to, believe me
It hurts me to use the same fist that
I raise against the system
To cock back and hit 'em

Getting all caught up in the
Moment and the music
Time to show and prove it
Never will you see me be
A Judas to the movement
Used to be a student of the
Beat until I mastered it
And then I set it free to
Let it be the energy
That I command when I spit
Illest shit heard out of mangled, tight lips
I like sisters with hips
I like sisters with hopes
Even better than those
Blow spirit's through the smoke out
My mouth and my nose and then I breathe
Out my mouth and my nose, and then I breathe
(Breathe)
Out my mouth and my nose, and then I breathe
And I breathe