Blue Scholars - Talk Story lyrics

Good evening y'all i'mma tell y'all a story
So I was walking around Hing Hay Park, right
Sun was goin down, we gettin off of work late
And I run into this, this man, this old man
And he tells me

For my seeds well being, I declare war
Hacienda Luisita, I declare war
For the last five hundred years
Been in a war to make sure that
We never see five hundred more
I won't rest till my story been told
I won't rest till my story been told come on
I won't rest till my story been told what
I won't rest till my story been told yo

The wicked try to justify to
Keep what they stole it eats at their souls
Guess they reap what they sow
Competing with your brother for the
Love of the dough
But we know we own nothing so
We claim it for show
Who got the guns and the gold
Who left us out in the cold
White wilderness I travel while
Im searching my own
Its why I'm flippin a poem like
It was written in stone
It's for the children seeking answers
To the questions at home
This ain't no neo soul even
Though it's subtle and slow
The political is personal you
Suckas should know
Its why my body won't rest
Until my story been told
I won't rest until my stories have been told
Now I wrote the scroll flipped
The script broke the mold
But my people ain't free we
Just out on parole
My collection of records is for
My son when he's grown
He'll appreciate the now when we
Call it the old
These Americans forgettin' that they
Live on a globe the same planet as those
Left abandoned in droves
Kept in bondage by the chain
Of a creditors loan
Their money is like a b-boy stance
It stays froze
I prose what the world decomposes to show
The conditions that's depicted up
In "Hustle and Flow"
From drafted to casket these
Soldiers come home
My craft spit the magic off
The top of the dome i'm walkin' alone
Often get exhausted and blown
Only six feet separate the coffin and throne
You cavemen insist on calling sisters a ho
You ain't equipped to paint a picture
Of the city I roam around in circles on the
Back of metropolitan joe
Rejectin' all your dogma keeps
My karma in tow
Provolone chasin' pipe dream and
People to blow
The created could never pay the
Creator what they owe
Working 'til the bone cracks over timezones
Push the pen to the paper
Nose to the grindstone
I won't rest until my story been told
I won't rest until my stories have been told
Now I wrote the scroll flipped
The script broke the mold
One chapter closed but another unfolds
One chapter closed but another unfolds
Said one chapter closed, the other unfolds

I want to say to the fam, friends
Supporters worldwide
If you identify with the
Hustle in this struggle
Then guess what, your down with us