Take Another ft. hq0 & Kwame Ture Lyrics

I knew a kid who wanted every car that he seen

He was hard as Harlem streets, he was dead at seventeen

He bedded the Devil long before he could get to dream

Grip metal on mezzanine, over shit he's never seen

What's it all mean? Whose story are you living

Is it a tale of glory or historical fiction

Is the veil's distortion over the poor and afflicted

Worth the payload disproportion at the core of the visio

On a rocket ship touring the whole coordinate system

With a crew whose self-importance has distorted mission

We spend most our time fighting, fucking or floating

ID crisis of the self-defined messiahs self-loathing

In the iris we plead and cry for something like emotion

But then beat the inner child when they're left out in the open

Who said you were awoken? If its the one that put you under

You can never really know if you've risen from the slumber

Can't win you if you don't play, they say, hey, take a number

It's the same game every age, no place for wonder

So concentrate or suffer, learn to desecrate the Other

If your nervous take an upper it don't work then take another

It's all work, so ever upward, but don't hurt to take a buffer

We've been burnt and came asunder turned to vermin made of hunger

My entire nervous system is tryna catch a break from thunder

My reliance on my captors was the trait that pulled me under

I can find a star collapsing or a snowflake in the summer

I can hide up in the attic, I can run and duck for cover

My survival ain't a tactic, it's the primal state encumbered

By the cognitive entrapments from the violence hate and plunder

Side note: I'm unwell, ditched the gin on some principle

Still miserable and only slightly less difficult

Highly recommended by the lowliest of criminals

High-key inventive yet so gross he's invisible

Eye the deeper sediments, then realign the visual

Keep on setting precedents but otherwise I'm minimal

Stopped seeking evidence to convince a certain strata

And ever since these sellouts been a feature of my data

Move on, its not advice its a song for swan

We regret to inform you the Congress is not your mom

We're not blessed with a fortune or the beneficence of order

Just some stressed benefactors of a never-ending torture

Now, I've been mentioning the word revolution quite a bit

And maybe we oughta talk about it

When I use the word "revolution" I mean a complete

A complete and thorough and dialectical changing

Of one system to the next

A complete, thorough, dialectical changing

Of one system to another

Thus, for me, there is no chance

For revolution to come about

Without armed struggle

There's no possibility for it

There must be armed struggle involved in it

I'm a revolutionary, not a reformist

I want the Amerikkkan system destroyed

It must be destroyed

It has to be replaced

It has to be replaced

There's no if, ands, or buts about it

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