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letra de walk on by - aasim

[intro]
i think i speak for all of us when i say (uh)
f-ck the politics and government (yeah)
f-ck the bullsh-t
f-ck the lies you keep feedin’ us
don’t call me “n-gga”, whitey
i want my equal share
i’m better than you
i’m bigger, i’m stronger
i last longer (it’s one life)
this is my message to you, and you (one love)
(f-ck with me, i’m comin’)

[verse 1]
uh, i’m the crack baby needin’ a fix
the bum beggin’ for change, the wino that’s thirsty as sh-t
the nine-to-fiver workin’ hard to get minimum wage
wish roosevelt would’ve stayed alive, there’d be better days
it was more honest when we they called us slave
now they say “affirmative action”, callin’ us n-ggas in so many ways
they closin’ schools down to build a bigger cage
they want us there for life until our body’s in the grave
and when our bodies no longer exist, they cross us off the list
give us the shortest month of the year to celebrate
and this is why we demonstrate, hold hands for peace instead of agony
and for our troubles, a sniper shoots up a hotel balcony
that’s why we out piecin’ pushers, the recession i blame it on the bushes
but they rather blame the drama on obama
there’s a storm brewin’, and i got all i need for evidence
in the movies, when the world ends, a black man is president
[chorus: isaac hayes & aasim]
that you don’t see the tears (see my daughter cryin’ ’cause she ain’t got no food)
so just let me grieve (see my wife cryin’ ’cause we ain’t got no money)
in private ’cause each time i see you
i just can’t help myself (you don’t know what it’s like, you ballin’ motherf-cker)
i think about how tight we used to be (you don’t know what’s like to starve)
i break down and cry (you forgot how to win)
oh baby, walk on by (i’m back, listen to me, hahaha)

[verse 2]
heaven help me, i’m a sinner, but i also feel like jesus
with twelve disciples at dinner, politics ain’t just for government
it resides with the record spinners, executives with no passion
a couple of corny gimmicks and you can’t recognize who’s rappin’?
and n-ggas they say your family but, water’s thicker than blood?
how does a n-gga remain loyal, when the bullsh-t overfloods?
when the fans demands honesty, and you feed ’em lies
when the sh-t i write is kilos, but only moves a few dimes
and i’m so sick of the jedi, that it’s givin’ me red eye
let my voice be the drug on which those in the struggle can get by
f-ckin’ fairytale, gone with the wind again
contract, no signature, no industry benevolence
no retirements, just more requirements
forty million spins and downloads, and we’re not hirin’
where’s all the scott frees? what happened to the old loud?
aasim for president, i’m bringin’ back that old sound
[chorus: isaac hayes & aasim]
that you don’t see the tears (you scared of a n-gga like me)
so just let me grieve (you know what i stand for)
in private ’cause each time i see you (you know what i believe in)
i just can’t help myself (everybody ain’t french)
i think about how tight we used to be (but we could all get a piece)
i break down and cry (it’s time for the broke n-ggas to get a piece)
oh baby, walk on by (we can’t be stopped, we can’t be stopped, n-ggas, let’s go)

[verse 3]
forty acres and a mule, cool
pull a wool over our eyes, tell us it’s rainin’ while you financially gainin’
seven hun’ed billion dollars for bail outs
bank accounts overdraft every month while you sh-ll out
million dollar bonuses, give nothin’ to the homeless kids
that just wanna go to school and have a future, speak your mind too much
they shoot ya, where’s the proof? the case is closed
and n-ggas is still pointin’ fingers on who the f-ck play what, bro?
and it’s record deal, record deal, fifty million artists
everybody’s swag is crazy plus they flow go so retarted
when really, in reality really, it’s sad to see these no talent
no sk!ll havin’, couldn’t rap they self up out of a paper bag
and still braggin’ ’bout they honesty, or honestly, ugh
i can’t stand ’em, i wish they all would just vanish into thin air
for now i take it all with my stride
f-ck sheddin’ a tear of bein’ bitter, i just walk on by, yuh
[outro: 2pac]
given the chance, the opportunity and the experience
and the lessons from people, i could be the best
but right now i don’t even wish to be best, i just want to be one of ’em

- aasim

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