Jean Grae Block Party Lyrics

Block Party Lyrics

{*35 second intro is a conversation*



[Verse One]

Listen

I don't wanna preach or come off bitter, this is a commentary auditory

Editorial, about the state of things, state of mind and state of being

What the fuck is goin on?  How the fuck we gonna make it out?

It's hectic, from asbestos filled classrooms

to the stench of death that's still in New York

The air is thick with it, but it reaches further

Like the world murder rate

Circulate, cultivate your mind and soul, your heart and your body

So stagnant; niggaz, get off your block and travel

Stop actin like your flesh is metal and your hood's a magnet

We need to globalize, further spread on this earth

to appreciate the full value of individual worth

To realize how ridiculous the thought of ownership is

and protectin your turf - that's bullshit man

That's how we got colonized

Missionaries create foreign schools and change the native way & thinkin

So in ten years, we can have a foreign Columbine

in some small village in the Amazon, c'mon man



[Chorus]

You need to get out your house, get off your block, and see somethin

Go do somethin, go CHANGE somethin, or else we fall for nothin

You need to, travel the world

And when you come back, tell your girl and your girl and your girl..

and your man and your man and your man.. you understand?

So spread the word



[Verse Two]

It's every man for himself

That's why the black community is lackin in wealth, there's no unity

We soon to be chillin with rich white folk

and that means that we made it

Let our kids go hungry before our wardrobe is outdated

Rap careers are drug related, ballplayers, we need more lawyers

More housin and job created, why we waitin for it to be given?

We need to get up, and get out, and make our own livin

Instead of just makin more, inner-city children

More doctors in your building, righteous cops next door

If the system's corrupt, then change it

Fought for the right to vote, don't even use it

Forget electoral winnin

The way the world's goin, we in the ninth inning

Heh, and we still aren't up to bat

Niggaz is happy just to have the rights to sit on the bench

Like floor seats is alright, and that's as far as we reach

Materialistic values, not morals, that's what we teach

I see it in the youth, hungry for fame and money

Not for knowledge and pursuit of the truth

Pick up a book or a newspaper

Take a free class in politics or human behavior

We need to stop actin victimized, it's like we're day-walkin blind

Open your eyes, there's a whole world out there



[Chorus]



[Verse Three]

And you don't have to agree, or just be happy

Content and lose your hunger, push further

Cause I don't believe that pipe dreams exist

The world is what you make it, your life is all that you got

So take it to the limit

Why would you deny your spirit growth and happiness?

And if your peoples hold you back, they not your peoples at all

You know the, misery cliche

Ladies, know your worth; the way we givin it up

We might as well auction ourselves on eBay, to the lowest bidder

So what if his dough is better?  Money doesn't make the man

Maybe self-sufficiency would better make you understand

Let's get it together

There's so much promise and it's just goin to waste

We turn crude, lack of class, lack of taste

And trust, they laughin at us

It's slow genocide

And I don't care how many bottles of Cristal you pop

It won't un-expose you as a known pedophile

Native child, runnin wild, to the ends of the earth

I'll see y'all at the last hundred miles, bet



[Chorus] - repeat 2X



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