Propaganda, JGivens, Andy Mineo - How Did We Get Here lyrics

Well I feel it
It's the blood of my ancestors
Resting in my chest, bro jah was so great

Yeah, cause I remember karaoke mics
Pointed at the speaker
Boom box play the tracks, CD skipped
Bunch of raps
Open mics, night side, drive by ghetto bird
Hoping you can make it home
Better get swift with your words
Birthplace, earthquake hometown it goes down
Learn to bust choppers before your ABC
Tragedy survivor rivals the odds of
Tryin’ to fight gravity
A compliment when MC say come battle me
Stay cool
Now a dad, college grad, quit my job
Hit the road tryin’ to get my marriage happy
Ask about me at the bottom of the 710
Holding down the sea port
Beach city, coast guard, Queen Mary
Snoop Lion trust me, I'm a native
The Hollywood sign be lyin' beneath it
Grave of a thousand young souls
Take a stroll on a
Shore dream of Californication
And I still can't explain how
Any of us made it it's grace

And I got a feeling I can't describe
I see this place when I close my eyes
Wake me up if we ever arrive
And tell me how did we how did we get here?
Tell me how did we how did we get here?
Tell me how did we how did we get here?
Tell me how did we how did we get here?
Tell me

My hand prints left permanent stamps in
The steering wheel with the
Pressure of anvils fresh out the gate
The campus that gave us a canvas blank
Unemployment rates, we scrambling for pay
Never stand still in a rat race
Speeding out of LA, couldn't be late that day
I'll be right back, I'm headed to
Vegas cause Taylor got graduation, too
That round trip switched quick to a one-way
I'm surprised it's you
I hit the local circuit
In churches scribblin' verses
Rehearsing them with no music so earth
In due time can use them
For spoken word or whatever service
A movement the music in Egypt was persecuted
Long go, faith is bullet proof
When you look around and pray that they
Won't shoot you to prove it
How did we get here, in a dream school?
Now when I swim here God planned it
I'm one of the fish here like Boom

How, how, how, how

And I learned you ain't in love with this
Time to fire your publicist
I inspire above the mess
Your desire requires this lost angels
City, don't pity us, fully aware
That's why I don't flinch at a bully scare