Public Enemy - Escapism lyrics

Got to get away
Got to get away from yourself - escapism
Uh get away c'mon
Uh Got to get away from your self
Got to get out uh get out

Is the groove good to you like
When you lose your thing
Forgetting grit's is grocery and
Eggs is poultry
Making a living against those
Making a killing
Super black man got your back and
Is back in the building
If the prison is that skin you in
And your cell is sitting up inside your skull
They say you can't get away
From your damn self
When your earth is heaven and
Your world be hell
Check your head because Armageddon's at
The foot of your bed
You ain't heard a word I said
Forget them slacks I'm that throwback
That threw that throwback
Back on the racks to get my mind back
Oh say, can you see
I get back it's still black and white, uh
Like an old TV in lyin' color brother
Gots to getaway to the other side, uh
Talk about escapism

Got to c'mon now escapism gotta get away
Uh talk about? Got to get out of myself baby
There must be some kind of way up out of here

You see
I never was too good off the top of my head
'Cause I want y'all to know
Exactly what I said
This so-called war in Iraq
Over a thousand dead
That's ten a week, even as I speak
Now thirty-three percent of black
Males in jail
That's fifty-five percent of black
Students will fail
They say eighty-five percent of
Black folks forgot
We were slaves once up inside this box
America got folks' brains on lock
Forget the connects
Some wanna buy what's next
Wear it like some sign up in that chest
Y'all should know papa don't take no mess
If you think your past is irrelevant
Don't you know your old soul
Pays the goddamn rent?
That messiah ain't never gonna come
As long as you thinking freedom
Is free to being dumb (Boy)

C'mon escapism got to c'mon now
Escapism gotta get away
Uh talk about? Got to get out of myself
There must be some kind of way up out of here

You say that soul is back
So flip them hit's back damn the fashion
(I wanna know where's the passion)
Thinking we came a long way baby
Saying poor Michael's psycho and Prince
He's crazy but what has Bob Mick Sir
Paul done for you lately?
(How they maintain on your brain
Seems to escape me)
Heard some ghetto cats don't like metal rap
(Hear it and fear it and
They think it's all wack)
They don't even know
(That the blues is Black) and when I rap
I go back to the roots Where I be at
Not some thirty year old who don't know facts
(Who's wild saying things like some juvenile)
Remember two million black folks
In the penile got a world of white
Folks thinking it's style
Think I'm hating cause you
Lack the information
Cause we the FBI still got on file

Escapism c'mon now gotta get away
Gotta get out of myself uh c'mon now