Je Dois Partir

[Talib Kweli] Oh yeah That’s the universal language right there The have nots, vs the have [Verse 1: Talib Kweli] Growing up, sure was tough When the money, getting to slowing up A promise is hard as trying to do to knowledge When you don’t know enough Poor enough to notice But you pour it up, and you throw it up They say that when they comin' But we ain't runnin', nobody as cold as us My life is like a play But I don’t grace stages Try to feed my family, but it’s hard on these slave wages Lucifer behind me, crucify me like a god suh They never want to pay us, but immigrants get the job done Job one is self-preservation I gotta stay healthy The system always favors the riches, make sure they stay wealthy How they gon' stop it, if education for profit The prophets make revelations The gangsters go in your pockets I’m stocking up on these favors, cause vagrancy never fly They value people for they paper Like animals for they hides And the battle cry, is that there’s value in our lives Spirituality over money is where our power lies [Chorus: Ben L’Oncle Soul] Mon cœur je dois partir Je sais c'est difficile Plus tard tu comprendras Mais ne t'en fais pas pour moi J'allumerai chaque soir Des étoiles dans le ciel Papa sera bientôt là Reste ici, attends-moi [Verse 2: Talib Kweli] The attitude they employ say it all It’s just aristocratic Fascist police’ll murder people who give em static They’ll make a cheap version of smack And sell that shit to addicts Systematic or incidental that shit is just as tragic I’m just emphatically and dramatically overwhelmed fam No job, no money, no safety net, no health plan No car, no home, no food on the table No way to provide for my people Though I’m willing and able to To pry off government assistance Cause a feeling’ll enable you Where pride ain't practical when you lacking that capital Holes in my clothes, this was never a fashion show Too broke for the sour roll But that don’t matter though Talk is cheap, I had enough of the back and forth I’m on the verge, snapping out Trying to laugh it off I love to work for myself ‘Cause it sucks when you have a boss But I least I have a job, no one is promised to have it all I’m in the rat race; pick up the phone when the cattle call Spitting these tree songs, keep calm like Adderall [Chorus: Ben L’Oncle Soul (*2)] Mon cœur je dois partir Je sais c'est difficile Plus tard tu comprendras Mais ne t'en fais pas pour moi J'allumerai chaque soir Des étoiles dans le ciel Papa sera bientôt là Reste ici, attends-moi