High For Hours - J. Cole

This is called being high as shit, for hours

That’s the name of this song, nigga

«High as Shit for Hours»

Here we go, yeah

American hypocrisy, oh, let me count the ways

They came here seekin' freedom

Then they end up ownin' slaves

Justified it usin' Christianity which saves

Religion don’t mean shit, there’s too much ego in the way

That’s why ISIS is a crisis

But in reality this country do the same shit

Take a life and call it righteous

Remember when Bin Laden got killed, supposedly?

In a hotel lobby after a show, was noticin'

These white ladies watchin' CNN, coverin' the action

They read the headline and then they all started clappin'

As if LeBron had just scored a basket at the buzzer

I stood there for a second

Watched them high-five each other

For real?

I thought this was «Thou shalt not kill»

But police still lettin' off on niggas in the Ville

Claimin' that he reached for a gun

They really think we dumb and got a death wish

Now somebody’s son is layin' breathless

When I was a little boy my father lived in Texas

Pulled up in Toyota, drove that bitch like it was Lexus

Put my bag in his trunk and headed off for Dallas

Out there for the summer, feelin' just like I was Alice

Lost in the Wonderland where niggas still sufferin'

Just like they was back home, and that’s wrong

So now it’s «Fuck the government!»

They see my niggas strugglin'

And they don’t give a fuck at all, and that’s wrong, yeah

The type of shit that make you wanna

The type of shit that make you wanna let go

The type of shit that make you wanna

The type of shit that make you wanna let go

I had a convo with the President, I paid to go and see him

Thinkin' about the things I said I’d say when I would see him

Feelin' nervous, sittin' in a room full of white folks

Thinkin' about the black man plight, think I might choke

Nope, raised my hand and asked a man a question

Does he see the struggle of his brothers in oppression?

And if so, if you got all the power in the clout

As the President, what’s keepin' you from helpin' niggas out?

Well, I didn’t say «nigga,"but you catch my drift

He looked me in my eyes and spoke and he was rather swift

He broke the issues down

And showed me he was well-aware

I got the vibe he was sincere and that the brother cared

But dawg, you in the chair, what’s the hold up?

He said, «There's things that I wanna fix

But you know this shit, nigga: politics.»

Don’t stop fightin' and don’t stop believin'

You can make the world better

For your kids before you leave it

Change is slow, always has been, always will be

But fuck that, I’ma bust back 'til they kill me

Change is slow, always has been, always will be

But fuck that, I’ma bust back until they kill me, feel me?

The type of shit that make you wanna (Aight, third verse)

The type of shit that make you wanna let go

The type of shit that make you wanna

The type of shit that make you wanna let go

Here’s a thought for my revolutionary heart

Take a deeper look at history, it’s there to pick apart

See, the people at the top

They get to do just what they want

'Til after a while the people at the bottom finally get smart

Then they start to holla «Revolution!»

Tired of livin' here, destitution

Fuck that lootin'!

Can you tell me what’s the best solution?

I used to think it was to overthrow oppressors, see

If we destroy the system, that means we’ll have less of greed

But see, it’s not that simple

I got to thinkin' about the history of human nature

While this instrumental played

Then I realized somethin' that made

Me wonder if revolution was really ever the way

Before you trip and throw a fit over these words I say

Think about this shit for a second, you heard the way

The children in abusive households grow up

Knockin' girlfriends out cold, that’s called a cycle

Abused becomes the abuser and that’s just how life go

So understand

You get the power, but you know what power does to man?

Corruption always leads us to the same shit again

So when you talk 'bout revolution

Dawg, I hear just what you sayin'

What good is takin' over

When we know what you gon' do?

The only real revolution happens right inside of you

I said, what good is takin' over

When we know what you gon' do?

The only real revolution happens right inside of you, nigga

The type of shit that make you wanna

(High for hours, nigga)

The type of shit that make you wanna let go (Volume one)

The type of shit that make you wanna

The type of shit that make you wanna let go