What'd that fool say?
I said you try to get over, you gonna go under, literally
It's 3030 man, I ain't got time to be wasting time on slow pokes
I want y'all ta get open like the ocean
Brothers be bugging like he's from Oakland
What? I'll whoop you
Insinuating we ain't capable
Stupid ass niggas is gonna rape a hoe
A few out outta thousand my town is founding fathers of the black panthers
We provide answers
You don't wanna believe then your some blind bastards
They got you set up real good generalizing
Industry's rising while energy's declining
Nigga's think I'm whining
Really I don't give a shit
'Cause everybody's dying
But y'all think that's the end of it
That's why it's so easy to be a Benedict
Or imitate
'Cause they wouldn't teach you algebra when you was eight
Now your forty eight and you hate children
Forgot where you came from
Now you are straight illing
Don't fight the feeling
You better deal with it
People have a memory loss
They try to get over
People have a memory loss
They try to get over
People have a memory loss
They try to get over
People have a memory loss (try to get over you're gonna go under)
They try to get over, I'ma go for mine
Hey, It don't matter what you do or say
Try to get away but I'm gonna catch ya
Wanna compare yourself to them
Well guess what homeboy you don't match up
I'm my own individual so I know it isn't true just because you say it is
'Cause anything that's truth got proof that ain't you
That's simply just the way it is
Sing
Looking up the sky is red (wow)
City's burning overhead (flame on baby)
We can make the best of it (rock that too baby)
In this post-apocalypse (right on)
People have a memory loss
They try to get over
People have a memory loss
They try to get over
People have a memory loss
They try to get over
People have a memory loss (this is for you fake brothers trying to get over)
They try to get over, I'ma go for mine, word
I'm on some real shit
So real brothers feel this
'Cause we know reality is crazy
That's why nothing amaze me
Look in the past
You might have to go farther then the book in your class
My niggas cooking some crack and moms get the first hit
That's ok with you? that's ok with me
I'm not here to judge the way you be
I got my own complications the government shoeless rations
Plantations is man-labor for five bucks for hourly intervals
I get a G for that
So believe what I spit to you is given back
Don't think that I'm living that dream
When the IRS repossess most of your cream
It's like I dream when I die I wake up
I see all the people I disrespected and try to make up
It's praise to the creator, relate to nature
People have a memory loss
They try to get over
People have a memory loss
They try to get over
People have a memory loss
They try to get over
People have a memory loss
They try to get over, I'ma go for mine
