Songs About / On: RACISM

Man against man just ain’t the plan
It’s time for god’s people to take a stand
I mean brother to brother, black to white
Stand up to the problem and begin to fight
Not against each other, you’re wastin’ time
Yo, I’m referring to a battle of minds
Not through debate or writin’ on the walls
This kinda action is delayin’ the cause
An eye for an eye, fight fire with fire
It’s our turn to take it one step higher
Gotta live by example, show brotherly love
We’re together on earth, we’ll be read more »

Hey yeah
Hey yeah
Hey yeah
Hey yeah
Hey yeah
Hey yeah

Come on baby take a ride with me
I’m up from indiana down to tennessee
Everything is cool as can be in a peaceful world read more »

Tell me who's pure.
Tell me who's right.
Tell me the last time you fought a fair
fight. A loser's way to find some friends,
you look like a skin but that's where it read more »

(tinley/seal) 1991

Brother... brother... (l)
Sister... sister... (l) read more »

It's like my adversaries plottin on my death
But I put my life in God's hands, y'know
I'm thugged out for life, I'm a ghetto nigga for life
and uhh.. I ain't runnin from no problems
I'm just, tryin to be stress free y'know
Sometimes you just gotta sit back and uhh..
hit that sess and let it just marinate y'know
Get away, ya heard me?

My soldiers roll with me
To a place, where we all,
can just get away
Is there a ghetto in the sky? Is there a ghetto in the sky?
My soldiers roll with me
To a place, where we all,
can just get away
Is there a ghetto in the sky? Is there a ghetto in the sky?

How many tears is momma gon' cry, how many caskets she gon' buy
til we all gon' realize that we all was born to die
Niggaz standin on corners, just to scheme and plot
Niggaz killin up each other, for grams of rock
Subconcious all of my wrongdoing that's why I pack a long gun
Niggaz fightin everyday, til death be the outcome
I got a foot in the grave and uhh, one in the pen
Homies wishin of a better life but it's blowin in the wind
And I was cursed since birth cause I was born in the project
Raised on powdered milk government cheese, eggs and a county check
I hustled in hallways with no lights
Hopin I could make it through the days and live through the nights

My soldiers roll with me
To a place, where we all,
can just get away
Is there a ghetto in the sky? Is there a ghetto in the sky?
My soldiers roll with me
To a place, where we all,
can just get away
Is there a ghetto in the sky? Is there a ghetto in the sky?

They nailed Jesus to the cross, put my people on dope
I don't know a nigga in the project, that own a plane or a boat
See society got me fed up (fed up)
Brought us over here, to misled us
I gotta, troublesome mind, I gotta, troublesome soul
I been in and out of jail on probation and parole
And when I really die is they gon' steal my gold teeth?
Now who's the real animal - dem or me?
And if you ready for me Lord, and I'm the, next contender
I'm tryin to change my life, see I don't wanna die a sinner
And do the - police, really protect and serve?
Then why it ain't no crack houses, in the suburbs?

My soldiers roll with me
To a place, where we all,
can just get away
Is there a ghetto in the sky? Is there a ghetto in the sky?
My soldiers roll with me
To a place, where we all,
can just get away
Is there a ghetto in the sky? Is there a ghetto in the sky?

My soldiers roll with me
To a place, where we all,
can just get away
Is there a ghetto in the sky? Is there a ghetto in the sky?
My soldiers roll with me
To a place, where we all,
can just get away
Is there a ghetto in the sky? Is there a ghetto in the sky?

Is there really a place where uhh
ain't no fightin, ain't no killin, ain't no backstabbin
Ain't no friends turnin against each other
Ain't no racism, ain't no hate
Sound like heaven to me, huh
It's hard to find read more »

Don’t push

Stolen from an africa land,
Chased out with a knife
With a face like
Bob marley
And a mouth like a motor-bike read more »

Y'en a marre de vos figures blemes Enough's enough of your pallid faces
Vos couleurs sont vos problemes Your colors are your problems
Quand tout bourgeonne dans la haine When all breaks out in hatred
Le racisme n'est qu'une rengaine Racism is only a hackneyed expression
vous savants, z'etes meprisants You experts, you're contemptuous read more »

[talking]
Yeah, yeah, yeah yeah, nas, uh, yo, yo
Life, they wonder, can they take me under?
Nah, never that, nah, yo, yo read more »