She said watchoo wanna be

I said: alive

I said, alive?

What's that look like?

It's like…

Living on purpose

Being free

Eating mashed potatoes

And peaches

Uplifting mama Africa

Stopping International NGO's from pimping Mama Africa

Taking away disparities in America

Inequalities

You know

All the bumstickety little things that

Make life a struggle for some

But then

Being alive

Also means playtime in the pond

Getting your dance on

Like having conversations with kids

And playing in water

Then you start to remember

They still hanging nooses

Making us run like gooses

Geese

Reacting

Again

And again

As you walk the dog

You wonder when we get to

JUST walk the dog

Instead of walking the dog

And then fighting the judicial dogs

Damn, they doggin us

We doggin each other

Guns

They run amuck

We do it

The police do it too

We feel trapped

We make Sunday dinners

And have birthday parties

Then

It's back to fighting

But when do we get to have

Sunday dinners

And go to sleep

When do we get to

Live in peace

Justice first they say

Justice

First

First we have to

Spend time

Thinking of a master plan

To re-define a paradigm

That ain't never gave a damn

That ain't never cared

To see us rise

So

We rise

Up ourselves

We rise up ourselves

We rise

Up

Ourselves

We get on planes

And greet our Diaspora

We get on planes

And kiss Mama Africa

We get on planes

And ain't never felt freer

Cuz see

We know we ain't really living

In a free country

We know

It's dumb expensive

Freedom for some

At the

Expense

Of oppression for

The others

At the expense-of

Expens-ive

Yea

That's the same

Basically

It's costing something

Costing life years

Quality of life

Diminishing

Piling on the stress

Add a Kentucky Fried Chicken

And liquor store on every corner

Equals

Obesity

Alcoholism

Oh wait

We need to stop complaining

Why is it called complaining

Instead of voicing the truth

Storytellin'

Systematically

Our power gets silenced

By labeling us whiners

Whino's

Complacent

If we stood up

Turned our frustration into

A solution

The disparities would stop

Really?
Solutions would mean a straight-up

Revolution

Why?
Because this system

This

System

Is arranged so fiercely

That even solutions

Don't have long impacts

Even solutions

Can't be sustained

That's why we say

Revolutionize the whole joint

That's change the whole joint

Meaning

Re-arrange

Re-a-change

Re-a something

Cuz this ain't working

And we're tired

We are tired of: always.having.to.battle

Every week

Every week

Everyone

Gets weak

So weak

"Look around, things are so weak, people are so weak, sometimes, sometimes I feel like cryin".

We fall back

To thinking like people who have never been here

"Everything is perfect in that country"

Then

We start reaching again

For that rotten pie

Forgetting that that pie

Gives us ulcers

Oh wait,

We were out walking our dogs

How did our mind get on rotten pies

And combat boots

Oh it's being in the

Belly of the beast

Makes it hard to focus on

The little lovely things

Of life

We always get brought back

Jerked in

Whipped

To reality

Reality right now

Is skewed

Yea, it's draining

Yea, I'm tired

Yea, I'm trying

No, it's not over

But yes, we're still happy