Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song If (Produced by Oddisee), artist - Kenn Starr. Date of issue: 16.02.2004
Song language: English
If (Produced by Oddisee) |
| If it wasn’t for this and it wasn’t for that |
| Oh, this would be a better world |
| Yes, ladies and gentlemen |
| You do have Ken Starr in the house, and Asheru |
| Talib Kweli |
| If it wasn’t for the way that we live |
| Too many single mothers raisin' our kids |
| Too many brothers caged in the pen |
| Engaged in the bid, enslaved by the pigs |
| If it wasn’t for crooked cops that pop shots raisin' our wig |
| That send slugs reckless |
| Plus these thugs with a death wish |
| That take your life for that ice that flooded your necklace |
| The blood of the helpless and innocent |
| If it wasn’t for so-called friends that turn Benedict |
| Snakes in the grass and crabs in the lake |
| Cause I’m black and it’s late, get harassed by the jake |
| And blasted with eight times five plus one |
| Lethal deposit, reach for your wallet, they bust guns |
| That why I trust none and I keep to myself |
| I can’t blame cats that pack heat in they belt |
| And quick to clap, never givin' in |
| If it wasn’t for this and that |
| It’d be a better world that we livin' in |
| If it wasn’t for a mic check I wouldn’t have a check at all |
| Nowadays you can’t live that way |
| The market’s way too unstable |
| There’s too many pimp labels |
| Playin rappers like a ho, manhandlin' the dough |
| Demandin' them to go run the track to bring the loot back |
| Now you playin' for the team and the captain is cream |
| You got the dream to push a mean two-seater |
| With a diva ridin' shotgun just to say you got one |
| You make the songs but labels only want the hot ones |
| Send you back to the drawin' board until you got some |
| Now I guess we got problems |
| Even your all-creative mind ain’t enough to try an' solve 'em |
| The doors revolve and younger cats are starvin' |
| They want it more than you, might go to war wit' you |
| To reap the heap of gold that’s at the end of the rainbow |
| You can’t be mad, man, that’s how the game go |
| Yeah, come on, yeah, here we go, yeah… |
| I’m 'bout to show you what this black power is |
| It’s the red, black and green on the wrist, how I live |
| In the cold world, where we bust off the black llamas |
| Every winter where we lose more sun than black mamas |
| If hip hop got seasons, right now it’s spring |
| Life when e’rybody sellin' death, kiss the ring (yeah) |
| You know how it go, people change colors like autumn |
| Kids learn through experience, fuck what a teacher taught 'em |
| Puff a woolie for boredom, rough or at least accordin' |
| To parents who paid enough attention to at least ignore 'em |
| Blowin' up mics, throwin' up signs, but how, nigga |
| Is you confusin' it with crime? |
| When they write the history books |
| History looks past prisoners of war |
| That’s what my listeners are for |
| We turn a tide on this fuckery (?) |
| Ride on this fuckery (?) |
| Shoulda never let me in this industry |
| You stuck with me |