Esham - The Dedication lyrics

What up, doe detroit
The new home of the greatest
I'm in my D hat, D hat, D hat, D hat

I'm in my D hat, and it's a blue fitted
You gettin' money
But you don't know what to do with it
I know I'm wit' it, don't know if you wit' it
This is dedicated to the few who be like
"Who did it?"

You took a step forward
You need to step back
'Cause in a puddle of blood
Is where you're left at
You see, Detroit is Beirut, Chicago's Iraq
America is a war zone
I'm just statin' the facts
People wanna hold hands and lines and protest
Niggas still gettin' shot in the
Street with no vest
Donald Trump is the President
Now you're so stressed
But, I'm high for the next
Four years, like, "Oh, yes!"
Who gives a fuck less about a tax write-off
Won't stop Edison from cuttin' my lights off
Won't stop terrorists or
Their suicide bombin' we don't wanna die
I think we all got that in common
To be silent in these times is a
Crime if you got a voice
But when you open up your mouth
You sound ignorant by choice

My religion is reality, the Garden of Eden
If you a celebrity up to bat
You know you struck out
Said you was movin' out of America
Get the fuck out
We don't need your coward ass around here
'Cause this the Home of the Brave, no fear
I swear this'll be my year
So I need you to lend me your ear
I got a little somethin' that
You all should hear
Love trumps hate, let's get things clear
You can hate me because my skin color
But, you just hatin' yourself
Because we still brothers
And the Statue of Liberty's
Freedom's real mother
She taught us all empathy so
We could feel others
I was inspired to write this
When the polls closed
It's like your soul's closed, God left us
And the store's closed
I'm from Detroit, don't know if you get it
We be like, "What up
Doe?" We chasin' after new digit's
Industry hate us and we know
Only a few wit' it
But we gonna keep puttin' it down
Until you do get it
I'm on my D shit, 3-1-3 shit
That's how it be shit
Godlike, so you know I love that G shit
I wish it was different on the streets
But it's not
So stay out your political feelings
'fore you get shot
We all know we're livin' in
Hell 'cause it's hot
The wicked gettin' arrested
Wicketshit will never stop

I'm in my D hat, and it's a blue fitted
You gettin' money
But you don't know what to do with it
I know I'm wit' it, don't know if you wit' it
This is dedicated to the few who be like
"Who did it?"

Who did it better? Who did it
Worse? Who did it first?
Who did it the best and put
The game in a hearse who did it for the rap
Gods and lifted the curse
Now let's take hip hop back to the birth
Back to the Earth, back to your lessons
I think it's time for true confessions
Fraudulent, phony fools fear
The fatal freestyle
This goes out to every man, woman, and child

And I'm straight off 7 Mile
Boomin' Words From Hell
But, it's a Heaven style