Escapism lyrics

Artist  : Public Enemy 
Song : Escapism



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 [verse 1]

Is the groove good to you

Like when you lose your thing

Forgetten
grits is grocery

And eggs is poultry



Makin a livin against those makin a
killin

Super blackman gotha back

And
is back in the building

If the prison is
that skin you in

And your cell sittin
inside your skull

They say you cant
getaway

From ya damn self

When your
earth is heaven

And your world be hell

Check your head

Armageddons at the foot
of your bed



You aint heard a word i
said

Forget them slacks



Im
that throwback that

Threw that
throwback

Back on the racks

To get my
mind back



O say can you see

I
get back its still just a black and white tv

In lyin color brother

Gots to getaway to
the other.



[verse 2]

Never was
too good

Off the top of my head



Cause i want yall to know

Exactly what i
said



This so called war in iraq

Over a thousand dead

Thats about

10
a week

Even as i speak



33% of
black males in jail

55% of black students
will fail

85% of black folks forgot

We were slaves

Up inside this box



America got folks brains on lock

Forget the connects



Some wanna buy
whats next

Wear it like a sign up in that
chest



Yall should know papa dont
take no mess



If you think your past
is irrelevant

Dont you know ol soul pays
the gt damn rent

That messiah aint
never

Gonna come as long as



You thinkin freedom

Is bein free to be
dumb



[verse 3]

Soul is
back

So flip them hits back

Damn the
fashion

I wanna know wheres the passion



Thinkin we came a long way baby



Sayin poor michaels psycho

And
prince hes crazy



But what has bob
mick sir paul

Done for you lately



How they maintain on your brain

Seems to escape me



Heard some
ghetto cats

Dont like metal rap



Hear it and fear it

And they think its
wack



They dont even know that the
blues is black

And when i rap is back to
the roots



Where i be at



Not some 30 year old who dont know facts

Whos wild sayin things like some juvenile



Remember 2 million black folks in the
penile

Got a world of whitefolks

Thinkin its style



Think im hatin
cause you lack the information

Cause we the
fbi still gots on file