My Peoples - DJ Jazzy Jeff, Raheem DeVaughn

I’ve seen streets we’re youth are forced to take the long way home

And I’ve seen mothers mourn the loss of there only born

Still I believe we are given nothin more than we can beg

A vision is only blurred when life seems unfair

Who am I to judge the man with the needle in his veins

When hes just chasing freedom to escape the pain

Of the worlds fastpaced pipedreams and shortcomings

Hes just trying to make do and find a way out of nothing

Its like we damned if we do and damned if we don’t

And it’s a very thin line between respect and being broke

And being one red button away from world war three

Always called the minority

And always always pulled over

Facing police brutality

Why is every street a living hell

Probably cause they want us to fail

Yeah three strikes and surely back to jail

Like the slave ships when they sail

Years and years of civil rights chasing to pass that bill

But ask yourself people have we changed or are we standing still

Down and out struggling

In this concrete jungle

One check away from starvation, poverty

But they say being free is about speaking your mind

Prophesise too much and that’s where they draw the line

A line as thin as the line between war and peace

A line as thin as the line between west and east

One button away from world war III

Being called a minority

And being pulled always being pulled over and subject to brutality

Why is every street like a living hell

Probably cause they all just want us to fail

And three strikes and surely back to jail

Like the slaves ship when they sail but they don’t know that

My people whose pains are cornered

My peoples all shapes and colours

My peoples got more peoples with ills

That’s more peoples more sistas and brothas

My people stay strong as an ox

My peoples will never fail

My peoples will always remain

Remain with a story to tell

My peoples was paints on the door

My peoples all shapes and colours

My peoples got more peoples with ills

That’s more people more sistaz and brothaz

My people stay strong as an ox

My peoples will never fail

My peoples will always remain

Remain with a story to tell

My peoples was paints on the door

My peoples all shapes and colours

My peoples got more peoples in jail

That’s more people than sistaz and brothaz

My people stay strong as an ox

My peoples will never fail

My peoples will always remain

Remain with a story to tell

My peoples was paints on the door

My peoples all shapes and colours

My peoples got more peoples with ills

More people more sistaz and brothers

My people stay strong as an ox

My peoples will never fail

My peoples will always remain

Remain with a story to tell