DJ Jazzy Jeff, Raheem DeVaughn - My People lyrics
[DJ Jazzy Jeff, Raheem DeVaughn - My People lyrics]
I've seen streets we're youth are forced
To take the long way home
And I've seen mothers mourn the
Loss of there only born
Still I believe we are given nothin
More than we can beg
A vision is only blurred
When life seems unfair
Who am I to judge the man
With the needle in his veins
When hes just chasing freedom
To escape the pain of the worlds fastpaced
Pipedreams and shortcomings
Hes just trying to make do and
Find a way out of nothing
Its like we damned if we do
And damned if we don't
And it's a very thin line
Between respect and being broke
And being one red button away
From world war three
Always called the minority
And always always pulled over
Facing police brutality
Why is every street a living hell
Probably cause they want us to fail
Yeah three strikes and surely back to jail
Like the slave ships when they sail
Years and years of civil rights
Chasing to pass that bill
But ask yourself people have we changed
Or are we standing still
Down and out struggling
In this concrete jungle
One check away from starvation, poverty
But they say being free is
About speaking your mind
Prophesise too much and that's where
They draw the line a line as thin as the
Line between war and peace
A line as thin as the
Line between west and east
One button away from world war I I I
Being called a minority
And being pulled always being pulled
Over and subject to brutality
Why is every street like a living hell
Probably cause they all just want us to fail
And three strikes and surely back to jail
Like the slaves ship when they sail
But they don't know that
My people whose pains are cornered
My peoples all shapes and colours
My peoples got more peoples with ills
That's more peoples more sistas and brothas
My people stay strong as an ox
My peoples will never fail
My peoples will always remain
Remain with a story to tell
My peoples was paints on the door
My peoples all shapes and colours
My peoples got more peoples with ills
That's more people more sistaz and brothaz
My people stay strong as an ox
My peoples will never fail
My peoples will always remain
Remain with a story to tell
My peoples was paints on the door
My peoples all shapes and colours
My peoples got more peoples in jail
That's more people than sistaz and brothaz
My people stay strong as an ox
My peoples will never fail
My peoples will always remain
Remain with a story to tell
My peoples was paints on the door
My peoples all shapes and colours
My peoples got more peoples with ills
More people more sistaz and brothers
My people stay strong as an ox
My peoples will never fail
My peoples will always remain
Remain with a story to tell
To take the long way home
And I've seen mothers mourn the
Loss of there only born
Still I believe we are given nothin
More than we can beg
A vision is only blurred
When life seems unfair
Who am I to judge the man
With the needle in his veins
When hes just chasing freedom
To escape the pain of the worlds fastpaced
Pipedreams and shortcomings
Hes just trying to make do and
Find a way out of nothing
Its like we damned if we do
And damned if we don't
And it's a very thin line
Between respect and being broke
And being one red button away
From world war three
Always called the minority
And always always pulled over
Facing police brutality
Why is every street a living hell
Probably cause they want us to fail
Yeah three strikes and surely back to jail
Like the slave ships when they sail
Years and years of civil rights
Chasing to pass that bill
But ask yourself people have we changed
Or are we standing still
Down and out struggling
In this concrete jungle
One check away from starvation, poverty
But they say being free is
About speaking your mind
Prophesise too much and that's where
They draw the line a line as thin as the
Line between war and peace
A line as thin as the
Line between west and east
One button away from world war I I I
Being called a minority
And being pulled always being pulled
Over and subject to brutality
Why is every street like a living hell
Probably cause they all just want us to fail
And three strikes and surely back to jail
Like the slaves ship when they sail
But they don't know that
My people whose pains are cornered
My peoples all shapes and colours
My peoples got more peoples with ills
That's more peoples more sistas and brothas
My people stay strong as an ox
My peoples will never fail
My peoples will always remain
Remain with a story to tell
My peoples was paints on the door
My peoples all shapes and colours
My peoples got more peoples with ills
That's more people more sistaz and brothaz
My people stay strong as an ox
My peoples will never fail
My peoples will always remain
Remain with a story to tell
My peoples was paints on the door
My peoples all shapes and colours
My peoples got more peoples in jail
That's more people than sistaz and brothaz
My people stay strong as an ox
My peoples will never fail
My peoples will always remain
Remain with a story to tell
My peoples was paints on the door
My peoples all shapes and colours
My peoples got more peoples with ills
More people more sistaz and brothers
My people stay strong as an ox
My peoples will never fail
My peoples will always remain
Remain with a story to tell