Every Ghetto

[Intro: Talib Kweli]

Yeah, man, so I start looking out the window

I see gun store, gun store, liquor store, gun store

Where the fuck are you taking me?

Yeah, man, OG shit right here, man, yeah

[Verse 1: Talib Kweli]

We bout to twist it up, we bout to lift it up

We never givin' up (In every ghetto)

The startin' salary is hard reality

Find solidarity (In every ghetto)

We got our leaders too, but where they lead us

Do they leave us or they see it through? (In every ghetto)

We packin' precious metals, our shit is next level

We raise the threat level (In every ghetto), c'mon

Every ghetto, every city, like Ms. Hill

They way too used to the missed meals

Hard to concentrate, hard to sit still

In every ghetto (Man, keep goin')

Murder rate permanent place in the top ten

We live here, these hipsters drop in

You hear them barrels cockin'

In every ghetto

They say consciousness mean a nigga ain't rugged

Until they get beat within an inch of it

Self-made niggas don't get discovered

In every ghetto

They actin' like you owe 'em somethin'

Homie, I don't owe you nothin', fuck your beef

It's way too early in the mornin' for the hate

You ain't brushed your teeth yet, nigga, and your toast ain't buttered

A perfect storm and the coast is flooded

Most discovered that my flow got 'em open

You posers sound like your growth is stunting

Man I'm goin' too fast, let me slow it down

I'm good walkin' in every ghetto around the world

The hood often embrace you when you profound with words

I say the shit they relate to, I keep it down to Earth

Other rappers sound like they hate you, them niggas sound absurd

So when they walk through the ghetto, they get their chain snatched

They gotta talk to the ghetto to get their chain back

It's like an open air prison and it remain packed

Nothin' but straight facts, yeah

[Interlude: Rapsody]

Indie 5, for the people by the people, ha

In every ghetto

[Verse 2: Rapsody]

Ya-ya, giddy up, who got the juice now?

Snatch it out your kiddie's cups

That shit you gave us watered down

This one's for Basquiat

They be brushin' with death, uh

Is this The Art Of War for cops?

In every ghetto

We double-dutchin', duckin' shots

Every home ain't got a pops

Every man ain't sellin' rocks

In every ghetto

A different will to win here

Different from switchin' cars

They pray that we switch our bars

To a vein from a metaphor

Worldstar, Worldstar

Lotta love and this life hard

Keep us prayin' like, "Oh, God"

Illegally thievery think of stealin' off easily

Frustrated we hate it, yeah

Revolution, uh

That's why we scream out, "Nigga, we made it"

It's an odd future, they ain't know we was all some creators

Somethin' from nothin', was told kings walk, but man, you frontin'

For the people and by the people, put them over money

I'm on my Viola Davis, yeah, workin' for justice

How you get away with murder? Be a cop and just kill us, look

How we supposed to not catch feelings?

Innocent lives, boy, we got kids in these buildings

I'm on my Viola Davis, this what you call a defense

For all the drama they gave us I'm spittin' Shonda Rhimes wit

Too high for you like ganja, that’s what Shonda rhyme with

I hollered back in the Hamptons, you still black if you rich

Spread love ain't just the Brooklyn way, it's universal

360 added nine lives, woo, what a circle

[Outro]

In every ghetto

Revolution (Revolution)

In every ghetto

In every ghetto