Growin' Sentimental

Sometimes I sit and I wonder and ponder, life is so beautiful,

why don't we carry on tradition and inhale its essence?

This is sort of the tuth nobody speaks, we don't dare to hear,

why hear a commentary about the truth and its evil roots?

 

The segregated south, with the strange fruit growin',

the corn-tops ripe and the old breeze blowin',

the saxophone player and the little kid flowin',

with the beat as he spills like his poetry is spoken,

it seems that with words he speaks time is frozen,

stuck with no friends, and so nobody knows him,

he grew from concrete, didn't live amongst the roses,

it seems that every second his time will close in,

the clearly vivid murals in Atlanta with depictions,

of the blacks and the whites all together, with no friction,

I'm hopin' that I can speak the truth, I'm not dissin',

I just think the message isn't blatant, y'all should listen,

see rap music's an art form, like a diamond, glistens,

I'm hopin' that my lyrics are spiritual, you're uplifted,

it's wicked how the news is bended and twisted,

like licorice until it falls apart, views are christened,

lyrically gifted, I split it like spliffers do, it's mystical,

spiritually lifted, whether Christian Jew, religious views,

I dream of a world where us people eat delicious food,

I just get the shit confused, why there's stick-and-moves,

and gangs with specific crews, brother against brother,

drug dealers live in poverty in gutters with their mothers,

it's skewed the way society views women, bitch shit,

and we should not care about teenagers, wrists slit,

not about the inner city kids filling pistol clips,

and drilling in like benadryl and pencillin, missiles hit,

the troubles in the system have arisen, I must share,

how nobody's there, its recognition isn't fair,

the flight of stairs into the devil's lair, who the hell cares,

say a prayer and hope that the poor can find health care,

you know that whites are trailer-dwelling trash rednecks,

and blacks are lazy thugs on crazy drugs and welfare,

make too much for Medicaid, that's millions of people,

but yet they don't get a subsidy, what a brilliant evil,

to blow the fuse is absurd, it's the real truth in the words,

but now the truth is not a secret, it just flew with the birds