Prairie Dawgs Lyrics

If Hip Hop is dying, then where does that leave me

Where does it leave she who composed the beat

It can't succumbed to defeat

I am the Antigen

Then again, she keeps on contracting this sicknesses

Got us confused, dont know what this is

We that love her been try to tell her how to move

But she keeps listening to fools that put her in ICU

Who continually stunts her growth

I guess that's why they calling it a child's game

Infection in the spine got her starting to come off lame

So I do what I can so she can grow stronger and walk

I move to the beat of my drum, so I can't balk

I push the messages I push because I want to see balance

I want the music you make to match who you are

(There's an imbalance)

It's like everyone is either strippers or drug lords

Imagery is powerful, that's why some wouldn't even let their own recite those words

It's as if everyone is in a fantasy, lost connections to the real world

The money got a lot of folks in a bind

They scared to speak their mind

The power structure got them in fear

They get whiteballed for speaking up out here

Hell, They don't even come to this side of town unless they want something

(They here for a photo op, they fronting)

I'm just a regular dude who interacts with people

Trying to do the lords work

Building connections to reach you

Up this steep hill I will not shirk

There's more than one way to feed

So no need to go berserk

Just be mindful of what you consume

You could still be running off fumes

There's an elephant in the room

(Black women do love black men, you're just used to the ones who's love ain't like a geyser

Black men do love black women, you're just not used to seeing the two harmonizing)

Maybe we can get to where we're not seeing ourselves through the eyes of the colonizers

We ain't niggas and bitches, but you don't want to hear this proselytizing

Clear the air like sage

That fire in you, I'm helping to stoke

You can't have your mind still in a cage

And claim that you woke

let my thoughts provoke, if you so choose it

Hold on to the soul in the music

Fortify the mental

Most of us are prairie dogs, burrowed underground but essential

This musical ecosystem needs you

Don't let the parasites leech the life out of you

Don't let the parasites leech the life out of you

Don't let the parasites leech the life out of you