Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Satisfied , by - J-Live. Song from the album All Of The Above (Clean), in the genre Рэп и хип-хопRelease date: 01.04.2002
Record label: Triple Threat
Song language: English
Satisfied |
| Hey yo |
| Lights, camera, tragedy, comedy, romance |
| You better dance from your fighting stance |
| Or you’ll never have a fighting chance |
| In the rat race |
| Where the referee’s son started way in advance |
| But still you livin' the American Dream |
| Silk PJ’s, sheets and down pillows |
| Who the fuck would wanna wake up? |
| You got it good like hot sex after the break up |
| Your four car garage it’s just more space to take up |
| You even bought your mom a new whip scrap the jalopy |
| Thousand dollar habit, million dollar hobby |
| You a success story everybody wanna copy |
| But few work for it, most get jerked for it |
| If you think that you could ignore it, you’re ig-norant |
| A fat wallet still never made a man free |
| They say to eat good, yo, you gotta swallow your pride |
| But dead that game plan, I’m not satisfied |
| The poor get worked, the rich get richer |
| The world gets worse, do you get the picture? |
| The poor gets dead, the rich get depressed |
| The ugly get mad, the pretty get stressed |
| The ugly get violent, the pretty get gone |
| The old get stiff, the young get stepped on |
| Whoever told you that it was all good lied |
| So throw your fists up if you not satisfied |
| Are you satisfied? |
| I’m not satisfied |
| Hey yo, the air’s still stale |
| The anthrax got my Ole Earth wearin' a mask and gloves to get the mail |
| I know a older guy that lost twelve close peeps on 9−1-1 |
| While you kickin' up punchlines and puns |
| Man fuck that shit, this is serious biz |
| By the time Bush is done, you won’t know what time it is |
| If it’s war time or jail time, time for promises |
| And time to figure out where the enemy is |
| The same devils that you used to love to hate |
| They got you so gassed and shook now, you scared to debate |
| The same ones that traded books for guns |
| Smuggled drugs for funds |
| And had fun lettin' off forty-one |
| But now it’s all about NYPD caps |
| And Pentagon bumper stickers |
| But yo, you still a nigga |
| It ain’t right them cops and them firemen died |
| The shit is real tragic, but it damn sure ain’t magic |
| It won’t make the brutality disappear |
| It won’t pull equality from behind your ear |
| It won’t make a difference in a two-party country |
| If the president cheats, to win another four years |
| Now don’t get me wrong, there’s no place I’d rather be |
| The grass ain’t greener on the other genocide |
| But tell Huey Freeman don’t forget to cut the lawn |
| And uproot the weeds |
| Cuz I’m not satisfied |
| All this genocide |
| Is not justified |
| Are you satisfied? |
| I’m not satisfied |
| Yo, poison pushers making paper off of pipe dreams |
| They turned hip-hop to a get-rich-quick scheme |
| The rich minorities control the gov’ment |
| But they would have you believe we on the same team |
| So where you stand, huh? |
| What do you stand for? |
| Sit your ass down if you don’t know the answer |
| Serious as cancer, this jam demands your undivided attention |
| Even on the dance floor |
| Grab the bull by the horns, the bucks by the antlers |
| Get yours, what’re you sweatin' the next man for? |
| Get down, feel good to this, let it ride |
| But until we all free, I’ll never be satisfied |
| — Repeat 2x |
| Are you satisfied? |
| (whoever told you that it was all good lied) |
| I’m not satisfied |
| (Throw your fists up if you not satisfied) |
| Are you satisfied? |
| (Whoever told you that it was all good lied) |
| I’m not satisfied |
| (So throw your fists up) |
| (So throw your fists up) |
| (Throw your fists up) |