De La Soul, Chuck D - The People lyrics

Now usually when a party is given, right
It's given by a promoter, right
And the promoter has his own
People distributing fliers and advertising
To get people to come down to the party
But this time
The promoter that gave the party
He was so, like, down
And such a together brother
You know what I'm saying
We threw down with him
To try to make the party a little something
Now I don't know how many people remember who
Gave you a flier for the party
But if you didn't see it hanging up somewhere
One of us probably gave it to you
Cause we was busting our ass
Giving these fliers out
Trying to get this thing, you know
A nice size for y'all

We are people yeah

We are the ones left to make due with
The two hands the good Lord gave us
With no resources enthroned to
The forces that be with no one to save us
The ones in the classroom where
The books are outdated
Teacher no longer outspoken
The ones left to congregate where
The pusher gives a
Fix to those who had their dreams broken
The ones left to drown and
Rebuild the towns in
The path of the waters from the levies
The ones with the problems of the
World on they back to
Make light of the fact that
The weight is getting heavy
We are the ones who have daughters and sons
Who commit themselves to having unsafe nights
The ones who lost family in 9
11 hours after telling them to
Have a safe flight we are the one

We be the soul, the human
Core, the planet whose blood
Sweat and tears even we take for granted
We the ones separated by wardens at
International borders to take
Government orders
We are the ones with the same childhood
Dreams but adulthood brings
Nightmares and screams
We be the raw excuse to slang, I mean
We the people they stereotype for gangs
Who sowed the seed for
Our daughters and sons
Withstand the infiltration of drugs and guns
We are the ones who kneel to the young with a
Heart of gold to avoid being
Victimized by our sons
We be the ones trying to
Raise them into all man
Brothers got some whipping post
From coast to coast
We are the people run down
Lied to, cried to
Still they depend on our culture
To live and dance to we are the people
Still the wretched of the earth
At the end of God's day
We persevere through the hurt
We are the ones

We are the world

Come on, Michael, that's a motherfucking lie
We the people at the fish fry
We the eighty six percent with heart disease
Gucci, Louis Vuitton, Nike shoes wearing
No banking accounts
No misbehaving, catching the blame
Same old same lotto playing
Looking to Obama for deliverance
But ever since they popped Malcolm and Martin
We at the front of the bus now, pouting
Complacence ain't nothing but a
Lazy man's sofa you can see the whole scope
With a video hostess hoe we're emotional
But if we I think we're supposed to roll
But we the same lying, cheating, backstabbing
We part of our own struggle
We would burst our neighbor's bubble
Destined to meet the maker but
At the same time
We the same people late for his arrival
Yo, a false survival
No longer feeling tribal
And as much as it makes me feel
Good to say "we are beautiful people"
There's a lot of us messing it up
For the people