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    Talib Kweli The Proud текст песни

    The Proud

    [Talib Kweli]
    The proud
    Stand tall or don’t stand at all, c’mon
    Uhh, yeah
    Break it down
    What we do?

    [Chorus]
    We survive, it’s more than pride
    We stay alive, ready to ride

    [Chorus] — repeat through intro

    [Intro: Talib Kweli]
    One two, one two yo
    Aight.. put it down yo
    June 21, 2001
    Timothy McVeigh is executed
    And the country breathe a sigh of relief
    Goodness prevails over evil, it seems
    Somehow when he’s gone, we feel safer
    Little do we know

    [Verse One]
    Today the paper say Timothy McVeigh’s in hell
    So everything’s okay and all must be well
    I remember Oklahoma when they put out the blaze
    And put Islamic terrorist bombing, on the front page
    It’s like saying only gays get AIDS, propaganda
    Like saying the problem’s over when they locked that man up
    Wrong! It’s just the beginning, the first inning
    Battle for America’s soul, the devil’s winning
    The President is Bush, the Vice President’s a Dick
    So a whole lot of fuckin is what we gon’ get
    They don’t wanna raise the babies so the election is fixed
    That’s why we don’t be fuckin with politics
    They bet on that, parents fought and got wet for that
    Hosed down, bit by dogs, and got blacks into house arrest for that
    It’s all good except for that — we still poor
    Money, power and respect is what we kill for, for real

    [Chorus] — repeat through interlude

    [Interlude]
    August 4, 2001
    A drunken police officer mows down an entire family in Brooklyn
    The judge lets him go with no bail
    It reminds us, of just how worthless our lives are to the justice system
    I struggle, to explain the situation to my son, it’s hard

    [Verse Two]
    Niggaz with knowledge is more dangerous than than niggaz with guns
    They make the guns easy to get and try to keep niggaz dumb
    Target the gangs and graffiti with the Prop 21
    I already know the deal but what the fuck do I tell my son?
    I want him livin right, livin good, respect the rules
    He’s five years old and he still thinkin cops is cool
    How do I break the news that when he gets some size
    He’ll be percieved as a threat or see the fear in they eyes
    It’s in they job description to terminate the threat
    So 41 shots to the body is what he can expect
    The precedent is set, don’t matter if he follow the law
    I know I’ll give my son pride and make him swallow it all (damn!)
    Fuck the pigs! I think the pigs killed Big and ‘Pac too
    If they didn’t they know who did, they got to!
    Who they serve and protect, nigga not you
    Cops shot off of ten G’s but they got glocks too
    Let you protect yourself, or better yet respect yourself
    Straight into the hospital is where you gotta check yourself
    They be gettin tips from snitches and rival crews
    Doin them favors so they workin for the drug dealers too
    Just business enforcers with hate in they holsters
    Shoot you in the back, won’t face you like a soldier
    Kurt Loder asked me what I say to a dead cop’s wife
    Cops kill my people everyday, that’s life

    [Chorus] — repeat through final interlude

    [Final Interlude]
    September 11, 2001
    Terrorists attack the Pentagon and the World Trade Center
    Kills thousand and permanently scars America’s false sense of security
    We see the best examples of humanity in the face of the worst
    As fire fighters, police officers, rescue workers
    and volunteers of all sorts, fight to save lives
    The world will never be the same again

    [Verse Three]
    My heart go out to everybody at Ground Zero
    Red, black, yellow, white and brown heroes
    It’s more complicated than black and white
    To give your own life is the greatest sacrifice
    But it’s hard for me to walk down the block
    Seeing rats and roaches, crack viles and 40 ounce posters
    People broken down from years of oppression
    Become patriots when they way of life is threatened
    It’s a hard conversation to have
    We lost kids, moms and dads, people ready to fight for the flag
    Damn, when did shit get this bad?
    America kill the innocent too, the cycle of violence is sad
    Damn! Welcome to the world, we here
    We’ve been at, war for years but it’s much more clear (yeah)
    We got to face what lies ahead
    Fight for our truth and freedom and, ride for the dead

    [Chorus] — repeat to end



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