Block Party lyrics

Artist  : Jean Grae 
Song : Block Party



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{*35 second intro is a conversation*



[Verse One]

Listen

I don't wanna preach or come off bitter, this is
a commentary auditory

Editorial, about the state of things, state of
mind and state of being

What the fuck is goin on?  How the fuck we gonna
make it out?

It's hectic, from asbestos filled classrooms

to the stench of death that's still in New
York

The air is thick with it, but it reaches
further

Like the world murder rate

Circulate, cultivate your mind and soul, your
heart and your body

So stagnant; niggaz, get off your block and
travel

Stop actin like your flesh is metal and your
hood's a magnet

We need to globalize, further spread on this
earth

to appreciate the full value of individual
worth

To realize how ridiculous the thought of
ownership is

and protectin your turf - that's bullshit man

That's how we got colonized

Missionaries create foreign schools and change
the native way & thinkin

So in ten years, we can have a foreign
Columbine

in some small village in the Amazon, c'mon
man



[Chorus]

You need to get out your house, get off your
block, and see somethin

Go do somethin, go CHANGE somethin, or else we
fall for nothin

You need to, travel the world

And when you come back, tell your girl and your
girl and your girl..

and your man and your man and your man.. you
understand?

So spread the word



[Verse Two]

It's every man for himself

That's why the black community is lackin in
wealth, there's no unity

We soon to be chillin with rich white folk

and that means that we made it

Let our kids go hungry before our wardrobe is
outdated

Rap careers are drug related, ballplayers, we
need more lawyers

More housin and job created, why we waitin for it
to be given?

We need to get up, and get out, and make our own
livin

Instead of just makin more, inner-city
children

More doctors in your building, righteous cops
next door

If the system's corrupt, then change it

Fought for the right to vote, don't even use
it

Forget electoral winnin

The way the world's goin, we in the ninth
inning

Heh, and we still aren't up to bat

Niggaz is happy just to have the rights to sit on
the bench

Like floor seats is alright, and that's as far as
we reach

Materialistic values, not morals, that's what we
teach

I see it in the youth, hungry for fame and
money

Not for knowledge and pursuit of the truth

Pick up a book or a newspaper

Take a free class in politics or human
behavior

We need to stop actin victimized, it's like we're
day-walkin blind

Open your eyes, there's a whole world out
there



[Chorus]



[Verse Three]

And you don't have to agree, or just be happy

Content and lose your hunger, push further

Cause I don't believe that pipe dreams exist

The world is what you make it, your life is all
that you got

So take it to the limit

Why would you deny your spirit growth and
happiness?

And if your peoples hold you back, they not your
peoples at all

You know the, misery cliche

Ladies, know your worth; the way we givin it
up

We might as well auction ourselves on eBay, to
the lowest bidder

So what if his dough is better?  Money doesn't
make the man

Maybe self-sufficiency would better make you
understand

Let's get it together

There's so much promise and it's just goin to
waste

We turn crude, lack of class, lack of taste

And trust, they laughin at us

It's slow genocide

And I don't care how many bottles of Cristal you
pop

It won't un-expose you as a known pedophile

Native child, runnin wild, to the ends of the
earth

I'll see y'all at the last hundred miles, bet



[Chorus] - repeat 2X



{*conversation to fade*