Yeah It`s That Easy Lyrics

Yeah It`s That Easy lyrics

Yo, It`s a black thing 
Yo, It`s a white thing 
If we talk this teach 
we say the wrong thing 
Blackness is blackkness 
Whiteness is whiteness 
Despite this why 
we have to fight between us 
Nothing to discuss 
On the back of the bus 
but a cold stare 
Avoiding contact 
oblivious to others 
This is the social contract 
Lack of sensitivity 
Lack of sinsibility 
Lack of the notion 
For better compatibility 
I don`t fron tnothing 
I am what I am 
I do what I can 
I nod or I shake your hand 
For a greeting 
That`s the common and pleasing 
All right, my man, 
Yeah, It`s that easy

Yeah, It`s that easy 
As easy as pie 
That sh*t goes on forever 
So make a conscious try 
To improve, nothing to lose 
But a free ride on 
Some old news 
Your pop says, your ma says 
But their values could be old news 
Not knowing the truth 
Blaming their troubles 
Some problems in the jungle 
On certain races 
And faces 
But I say Yo sit 
Just because 
They`re different 
You didn`t lose your job to 
some immigrant 
You lost employment 
From corporate exploitment 
Packing up to cash out on 
Mexico`s mint 
Stint your vision 
Stunt your growth 
It ain`t a land to boast about 
`Cause it raised you 
Left you in a daze of 
The vision contrt 
Sacrificing many for the 
rich man`s comfort

The clouding, the cover-ups, 
the myths, and 
The scandals 
These are the ones 
That destroyed America 
So don`t you see hysteria 
I remove with incision 
Pinpointing facts 
Pinpoint precision 
It ain`t your fault 
Or mine on the back of the trolley 
We`re just people living 
Trying to find quality 
Not cold and windy 
Yes cool and breezy 
All right, my brother

Yeah, It`s that easy

Yo, you and me used to run ball in the league 
We ran the championship team 
The best they had seen 
But so much to talk about 
Now that we`ve grown 
We`ve been in different scenes 
Of a different act 
And in the fact we sold out 
To the social contract 
Meaning we don`t hang 
And even worse than that 
I heard your boys 
Fought my boys 
With baseball bats 
And bats lead to ax 
And ax lead to gun 
And gun lead to mothers 
Losing their sons 
I live how I live 
I ain`t asking you to try it 
The problem`s too big 
To fit me to buy it 
The weight is too heavy 
The length is too long 
Slowing down the everybody get along 
If the teachers were to teach 
Would you listen to the Sensei 
Goodnight my brother 
Yeah, It`s that easy