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letra de what now? - parley wang

[chorus]

mandela-
we are old enough to talk now
mandela-
you are not here to hear us now
what now?

[verse 1]

don’t need my cheques to bounce
gimme the bounce, bru
points 2 what it points to
acquire the fine print leave no one to account to
i been around this round 2
for the… madibas
the ones i take notes from
without ’em its so long but..
this coin too, has two sides
i’m boxed by my reality i might have met my match
a saving bell has a ring to it i sing to it
i find hope & i cling to it
you can see the art on my sleeve
they hide cards in their sleeves
cards under the table
my family counting on me & while..
i’m lacking something it must be funding i p-ss -ssumption
i’m talented you mismanaged it
i’m scr-ping the tip of the ice-berg i feel i’m staring from scratch
bottom of the batch, am i the catch? huh?

[chorus]

mandela-
we are old enough to talk now
mandela-
there is tension in the air now
please walk now

[verse 2]

wish i had a blanket big enough to cover every single child’s eyes
momma got you born at the wrong time
what am i generating for the next generation?
thought of my unborn child bred in this situation
i seen kids that never seen a day out
never got no toys wonder how this sh-t gon’ play out
procrastination in dealing with this frustration can only lead to one thing- it plotting its way out
can you see what you’re fishing for
a line of help couldn’t reach this low
your innocence swooped off of the shelf
the boogie man can’t keep his hands to himself
you should look forward to life
without looking over your shoulder
know experience counts & you gone see when you’re older
somehow you will be punished-
for the sins of your father & what he ain’t commit
as long as you’re alive you ain’t safe, cover ya eyes kid!

[chorus]

mandela- we are old enough to talk now
aaaaahhhaaa mandela!
we are-
please walk now

[verse 3]

all this opening up behind closed doors
masking our faces don’t unclog these blocked pores
it don’t get any deeper than the south
a feud amongst brothers some more equal than others
filling through these forms don’t help my form
the more i’ve got to deal with the norm
the narrative is distractive, pre-recorded
engineered to outlive any mortal
all i see is learned folks dumbing it down
wild wild west tryna claim this as its town
psychic spies from china, try to steal my minds elation & replace it with information that’s infiltration
this ain’t a might i will be using my might
i can’t be haunted by a fight i ain’t fight
the good word will guide me through this evil
the power took from the people it will return to the people

- parley wang

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