Talib Kweli - Nice Things lyrics

Violence has come
But many argue it’s also tolerated as
Long as Blacks and Hispanics
Fight each other, and as long as they do
It in their own neighborhoods

Damn right, we got it
Damn right, I’m 'bout it
Police state trying to kill us
Will they succeed? I doubt it
Y'all don’t want no problems
So lame nigas be quiet
We 'bout to start the survival
We 'bout to start the survival

That’s why we can’t have nice things
That’s why we can’t have nice things

Used to race home after school
Just to turn on the tube
To catch the new videos, thought I was cool


I’m talking Snoop, Dr dre, to
Fugees, to Biggie, to Diddy, to Wu
My OG will come from the spot with the loot
Like, "Kweli you nice, niga hop in the booth"
Together Forever, the name of the crew
Now, I wonder is there any real rap left is
It just me yelling no justice no peace?
(hands up)
This new video full of black death
Fuck rap 'cuz we dying at
The hands of the police (hands up)
Horror movies don’t get no scarier than the
Way cops treating nigas in America
See more videos of cops trying
To bury us than ISIS
You tell me who's the terrorist
Terrorists making bomb threats ain’t got shit
On the Prison Industrial Complex
Slavery to Jim Crow, now force
My kinfolk into poverty
Living in the projects! (trapped)
Coming such a long way from living like kings
Now we like bling
Wanna pull up in a white thing
(you trapped, niga)
This is why we can’t have nice things
Got to be prepared for the
Drama that it might bring
Jealousy gonna tear us apart
They say it’s all love
But what’s in their hearts?
The product in niggas, kidnapping your wife
You’re out in the desert like
What’s in the box? In your Brad Pitt voice
So what you have is a choice
You can have all of us thinking you’re moist
Or get like Chuck D and
Start bringing the noise
Rap life I attack like a pit bull
Let it off like a clip full
Known to stand up to all that
Bullshit that you sit through
Tell the world what we’ve been through
It’s pitiful
Portrait of the artist as a young man
Raised in a borough or Brooklyn
In the late 80's
Rap crazy are the crack babies who act shady
When snitches start singing like the fat lady

Amadeus, you know what it is man

Damn right, we got it
Damn right, I’m bout it
Police state trying to kill us
Will they succeed? I doubt it
Y'all don’t want no problems
So lame niggas be quiet
We 'bout to start the survival
We 'bout to start the survival

That’s why we can’t have nice things
That’s why we can’t have nice things

Naw, it ain’t trap rap
It ain’t backpack (what’s that?)
This is what you sound like
When you have facts
And you’re facing down the cops in a gas mask
Y'all be listening to lames? Well
We past that
Half-assed rap, you can have that back
All you fake deep niggas
Where your hashtag at?
Cut you open on the mic when
I’m showing you the light
Niggas scatter like roaches
Where the black flag at?
Radio solace is coming I promise you
Nigas I give you a preview (it’s coming)
Transparency, that’s the key
I got nothing to hide you
Niggas is see through
Trans parent, no Caitlyn genital
Tatted up but you faker than henna ho
Black Star with the bars that expose you
Just like you posed nude, no centerfold

That’s why we can’t have nice things
That’s why we can’t have nice things