Lyrics Escapism - Metropolitan Jazz Affair

Escapism

Is the groove good to you
Like when you lose your thing
Forgetten grits is grocery
And eggs is poultryMakin 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 can’t getaway
From ya damn self
When your earth is heaven
And your world be hell
Check your head
Armageddons at the foot of your bedYou ain’t heard a word i said
Forget them slacksIm that throwback that
Threw that throwback
Back on the racks
To get my mind backO 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.
Never was too good
Off the top of my headCause i want yall to know
Exactly what i saidThis so called war in iraq
Over a thousand dead
Thats about
10 a week
Even as i speak33% of black males in jail
55% of black students will fail
85% of black folks forgot
We were slaves
Up inside this boxAmerica got folks brains on lock
Forget the connectsSome wanna buy whats next
Wear it like a sign up in that chestYall should know papa dont take no messIf
you think your past is irrelevant
Dont you know ol soul pays the gt damn rent
That messiah ain’t never
Gonna come as long asYou thinkin freedom
Is bein free to be dumb
Soul is back
So flip them hits back
Damn the fashion
I wanna know wheres the passionThinkin we came a long way babySayin poor
michaels psycho
And prince hes crazyBut what has bob mick sir paul
Done for you latelyHow they maintain on your brain
Seems to escape meHeard some ghetto cats
Dont like metal rapHear it and fear it
And they think its wackThey dont even know that the blues is black
And when i rap is back to the rootsWhere i be atNot some 30 year old who dont
know facts
Whos wild sayin things like some juvenileRemember 2 million black folks in the
penile
Got a world of whitefolks
Thinkin its styleThink im hatin cause you lack the information
Cause we the fbi still gots on file