Erykah Badu, Nas - This Bitter Land lyrics
Nas [Nasir bin Olu Dara Jones] Brooklyn, NYC, U.S. 🇺🇸
[Erykah Badu, Nas - This Bitter Land lyrics]
This bitter land watered with my soul
The fruit it bears leaves me so cold
This bitter land does nothing for love
This bitter land
Brings pain from above, oh oh
Yeah, running on the concrete
Across the train tracks
The devil is behind me
In the ghetto where's you'll find me
It's where I stays at
Cop shot us up, he get a medal then retire
But it never will define me
Write a letter to the president
Whoever in control of the society
Tell 'em stop riding me
Stop driving us into a suicidal ideology
Tryna feed my seeds
Getting high on weed, study my degrees
Stay fly, getting paper
With some dead white people faces in the
Circle of spaces around the green
I'ma lean, taking Percs It’s a bitter Earth
Is a nigga cursed? Am I
Blessed? See what I mean
It's a test, life is a test
Life is like a hood, hard
Trying not to fall between the cracks
In the cracks it's so dark, and the dark
Seems more appealing than the
Light in the land where you gotta fight
Catch a body in the night, we need a plan
To survive, to survive the land
Survive the storm, when it comes through
Either you're busy living or busy dying
Look what it's come to
Look what it's come to
So what you're gonna do?
This bitter land is far too real
This bitter land, it does not heal
Cause in the land skies are grey
But we fight the storms that come our way
A boy who strives to be a man
Must push to lead with all he can
Oh, this bitter land oh, bitter land
Oh, oh, oh, oooh
This bitter land, can't stop my fight
This bitter land
Look what it's come to so what you gonna do?
What you gonna do? (My land)
The fruit it bears leaves me so cold
This bitter land does nothing for love
This bitter land
Brings pain from above, oh oh
Yeah, running on the concrete
Across the train tracks
The devil is behind me
In the ghetto where's you'll find me
It's where I stays at
Cop shot us up, he get a medal then retire
But it never will define me
Write a letter to the president
Whoever in control of the society
Tell 'em stop riding me
Stop driving us into a suicidal ideology
Tryna feed my seeds
Getting high on weed, study my degrees
Stay fly, getting paper
With some dead white people faces in the
Circle of spaces around the green
I'ma lean, taking Percs It’s a bitter Earth
Is a nigga cursed? Am I
Blessed? See what I mean
It's a test, life is a test
Life is like a hood, hard
Trying not to fall between the cracks
In the cracks it's so dark, and the dark
Seems more appealing than the
Light in the land where you gotta fight
Catch a body in the night, we need a plan
To survive, to survive the land
Survive the storm, when it comes through
Either you're busy living or busy dying
Look what it's come to
Look what it's come to
So what you're gonna do?
This bitter land is far too real
This bitter land, it does not heal
Cause in the land skies are grey
But we fight the storms that come our way
A boy who strives to be a man
Must push to lead with all he can
Oh, this bitter land oh, bitter land
Oh, oh, oh, oooh
This bitter land, can't stop my fight
This bitter land
Look what it's come to so what you gonna do?
What you gonna do? (My land)