Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Letter To My Countrymen feat. Dr. Cornel West, artist - Brother Ali. Album song Mourning In America And Dreaming In Color, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 17.09.2012
Record label: Rhymesayers Entertainment
Song language: English
Letter To My Countrymen feat. Dr. Cornel West |
I used to think I hated this place |
Couldn’t wait to tell the president straight to his face |
But lately I changed, nowadays I embrace it all |
Beautiful ideals and amazing flaws |
Got to care enough to give a testament' |
Bout the deeply depressing mess we’re in |
It’s home so we better make the best of it |
I wanna make this country what it says it is |
Still dream in the vividest living color |
No matter how many times my love been smothered |
Who’s ever above us won’t just let us suffer |
All of this struggling got to amount to something |
This is a letter to my countrymen |
Especially those my age and younger than |
We’re up against an ugly trend |
Everybody’s hustling, don’t nobody touch their friends |
No group singing and dancing |
No anthem nobody holds hands, and… |
Instead they give you a handheld |
And make you shoulder life’s burden by your damn self |
One thing that can’t be debated |
Power never changed on it’s own you got to make it |
That’s why community is so sacred |
That’s the symbol that we make when we raise fists |
Chorus: «Sooner or later» |
We don’t really like to talk about the race thing |
The whole grandparents used to own slaves thing |
Pat ourselves on the back in February |
Looking at pictures of Abe Lincoln and the great King |
But the real picture’s much more embarrassing |
We’re still not even close to really sharing things |
The situation of oppressed people |
Shows what we feel it means to be a human being |
What does it mean to be American? |
I think the struggle to be free is our inheritance |
And if we say it how it really is |
We know our lily skin still give us privilege |
Advantage is given to the few |
That are built into the roots of our biggest institutions |
That’s the truth in life we got to choose |
Do I fight in the movement or think I’m entitled to it |
This is not a practice life |
This is the big game we got to attack it right |
Each one of us is headed for the grave |
This old crooked world won’t be saved by the passive type |
This is a letter to my countrymen |
Not from a Democrat or a Republican |
But one among ya |
That’s why you call me Brother |
Ain’t scared to tell you we’re in trouble cause I love you |
Chorus:"Sooner or later" |
They tell me I’m a dreamer, they ridicule |
They feel defeated, old, bitter, and cynical |
Excuse me but I see it from a different view |
I still believe in what a driven few could really do |
I know that the masses want to sleep |
And they would just rather hear me rapping to the beat |
But I want to pass this planet to my son |
A little better than it was when they handed it to me |
So |
I wrote a letter to my countrymen |
I’ll be happy if it only reaches one of them |
Reporting live A-L-I, your brother |
Mourning in America, dreaming in color |
My dear Brother Ali, I think you know deep down in your soul that something, |
something just ain’t right. |
You don’t want to be just well adjusted to |
injustice and well adapted to indifference. |
You want to be a person with |
integrity who leaves a mark on the world. |
People can say when you go that you |
left the world just a little better than you found it. |
I understand. |
I want to be like that too |