 [Chorus: Res - repeat 2X]
Where do we go? What do we say?
What do we do?
Nowhere to turn, nowhere to run and
there's nothin new
Where do we go for inspiration?
It's like pain is our only inspiration
[Talib Kweli]
Yea, I see a place where little boys
and girls
Are shells in the oceans not knowin
they a pearl
No one to hold 'em while they growin
They livin' moment to moment without
a care in the whole world
Now, if I could help it I tell it just like it
is
And I may say some things that you
don't like to hear
I know this: that people lie, people
kneel
People die, people heal, people steal,
and people shed tears
What's real, blood spills, gun kill, the
sun still - rise
Above me, trust me, it must be,
morning - time
Wake up, the stakes up
Everybody want the cake up, to
break up with the crew
But when the karma come back for
what you do
It's too late to make up - some excuse
[Chorus]
[Talib Kweli]
I come from people who stronger than
time and space
Wherever there's competition you
gonna find the race
I find a place in my heart for this hip-
hop
And pump blood through my vein my
skin get hot
I take you very serious and make you
write more
If I don't celebrate I got nothing to
fight for
I'm tight raw, excite y'all like nightfall
I'm tight y'all, I walk the street like y'all
About action, talk is cheap, right y'all?
You start yappin' think about the beef
you might cause
The trouble you could get into
You don't study, you not prepared
and cats is testin you
What you gonna do when you gotta
face
The manifestation of the words that
you put in space
They already there you cant take 'em
out
The studio gangsta inside you tryin' to
break out
[Chorus]
[Talib Kweli]
Yea, I see a place where little boys
and girls
Are shells in the oceans not knowin
they a pearl
No one to hold 'em while they growin
They livin' moment to moment without
a care in the whole world
Now, if I could help it I tell it just like it
is
And I may say some things that you
don't like to hear
I know this: that people lie, people
kneel
People die, people heal, people steal,
and people shed tears
What's real, blood spills, gun kill, the
sun still - rise
Above me, trust me, it must be,
morning - time
Wake up, the stakes up
Everybody want the cake up, to
break up with the crew
But when the karma come back for
what you do
It's too late to make up - some excuse
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