The Beatnuts - Look Around (feat. Cheryl ‘Pepsi’ Riley, dead prez) lyrics

1999 beatnuts, dead prez

Everytime I look around
I see so much drama goin down
Everytime I look around
I see so much fakeness goin down

Why I'ma, be stingy when I can share
Why I'ma, be hateful if I could care
Why would I hate my own, and forsake my home
Why would I fuck around and
Get a jake my chrome
I wouldn't have to stick you
If we all could eat
It wouldn't be no need for beef
Dyin over streets we don't even own anyway
You could get bucked off any day
We behind enemy lines
Y'all still writin Henessy rhymes
While I'm tryin to get a
Good price for a nine
Feel like my life on the line
That's why a nigga be hype all the time
Ready for the revolution at the
Drop of a dime

I got a duty to have security for my niggas
My duty to serve the beautiful black sisters
A duty to stand with anybody that's with us
And fully criticize all bullshitters
There should be awards presented
To niggas who fight back
Like Panther jackets
Or sisters who like gats
I'm a full blooded warrior, ready for change
Recognize any soldier that's doin the same
Because I love who I am
And that means everything to me
My life ain't worth
A damn unless I'm dealin with reality
When I look myself in the eyes it's just me
And I ain't gotta tell nobody
No lies I feel free and I would
Rather deal with the truth than falsehood
Than bein fake with my people and
Claimin it's all good
You can't run away from yourself so that's
Useless if your word is bond then you
Don't have to make excuses

Yo as I sit and contemplate about
The fate of my kids if I die
Is the state gonna snatch up my kids?
City life, no choice but to live by the knife
Put food on the table at whatever the price
My beautiful wife
All the time cookin precise
When there ain't no meat
She bless me with the eggs and the rice
Never think twice
I love you for the rest of my life
That's why I taught you how to
Shoot when situations get trife
Save the children from the evil that
We smell in the air
Used to bein happy, now the feelin is rare
I'mma soldier in the struggle
Just tryin to prepare
Cuz when the revolution comes it
Ain't gon be fair

Yo it's the Beatnuts, dead prez
We connect like Tetris
How we comin at the world
On some Malcolm X shit so turn it up
So we can drop these gems quick
If you on some bullshit
Then nigga hit the exit
There's enough cash, grass
And ass here for you and me
You wanna be greedy, sayin fuck the community
Watch out cuz life's gonna change
Very soon you see i really don't believe we
Could ever have unity
This shit is serious we all tryin
To have a milli stash
But love life cuz that's all
A nigga really has
Love your fam, cuz that's all you really have
And handle your biz and stop bein a silly ass
Ayo it's gettin, gettin, it's gettin
Gettin it's gettin kinda hectic slugs burn
So naturally thugs learn to stay vested
You need to learn a Psycho Les-son
And treat others the same way
You wanna be respected, because

Live together
Feed each other (feed each other)
Die together (die together)
Love each other (love each other)
Eat together (eat together)
Show each other (show each other)
Fight together (fight together)
Know each other (know each other)

Bring the power back to the streets
Where the people live
Bring the power back to the streets
Where the people live

Brother, brother
There's too many of you dying
War is not the answer
Too many mothers crying, oh this
Is a revolution, yeah, yeah, yeah

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