Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Myhood, U.S.A., 1937, artist - Sho Baraka. Album song The Narrative Expanded, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 20.10.2016
Record label: Humble Beast
Song language: English
Myhood, U.S.A., 1937 |
Yo, um |
Just yeah just run it back to the top |
'cause I’m probably just |
Imma do something different |
I-I got a story, it’s not, well it-it's a story, it’s a love story |
It’s not your typical type of love story though |
But just listen |
Once upon a time but not long ago |
Before the Civil Rights Movement and the new Jim Crow |
Sit back, I’ll introduce you to a wonderful place |
In every state called 'Myhood USA' |
Life wasn’t perfect, but they did what they could |
And people took pride in their neighborhood |
They had doctors, and lawyers |
Artists, barbers, and teachers |
Entrepreneurs, politicians, and preachers |
Stable universities, sports leagues and banks |
You invest and trade here 'cause in other places you can’t |
Black owned, from the cradle to the coffin |
Before the NBA we had a history of ballin' |
Durham, Greenwood, Atlanta, sweet Auburn, Quakertown |
And third ward Houston, but here’s a caution |
Why they wanted their turn, and just earn and make a living |
Some just wanted them to burn, baby burn |
It was vicious |
If the city wasn’t consumed by unexplained flames |
It would eventually change due to imminent domain |
How can you own a home if you can’t get a loan |
And the powers that be just red line your zone? |
The government wants your value to drop |
So then the private investors come through and buy up your spot |
You can’t win fighting the government and KKK |
Plus intergration hit my hood in a curious way |
Blacks move to the 'burbs tryna escape the system |
But they took stability and wealth right along with 'em |
Their ownership and financial stimulation |
It makes it much easier for gentrification |
We ain’t building jobs to build schools to build wisdom |
But instead we build debt so they build more prisons |
A few taxpayers, they make money off policing |
Fines and tickets, I’m getting searched for no reason |
Police are underpaid but they are making a killing |
Compound that with the crack epidemic |
But now we got dope fiends, shootin' dope |
Who don’t know the meaning of Harvard nor hope |
Howard or Praire View even at Tuskegee |
Morehouse next to the poor house |
Baby we leaving for the American dream |
It’s in the 'burbs now |
Opportunities in my hood get turned down |
Community service groups, they turn into gangs |
They hammer us with bad aim, they banging on everything |
So now my friend on the next street becomes my enemy |
No job to distract us, 'cause we ain’t got an industry |
All we got is liquor stores next to a Burger King |
Next to a pawn shop, next to a Dairy Queen |
Next to the China shop, next to the gas station |
Next to the five churches, next to the building that’s vacant |
Most of the businesses owned by the Asians |
So the money never stays in the same location |
This is the truth, this ain’t hating |
If the church can’t change it then who should we place faith in? |
Some blame welfare, some blame the music |
Some blame the dealer, some blame the user |
Turn on the news, let’s figure out who we blaming |
Many benefit off my hood from not changing |
Exploiting my culture, they aiding and abetting and it’s the black stock |
exchange |
They buying, and they selling |
These generations of self hate and psychosis |
In my hood it’s almost innate to feel hopeless |
Predatory lending and banking in my hood |
We ain’t creating wealth, we just importing goods |
But a change gon' come is what I tell the youngsters |
This is a love song, I like to call it justice |
I wish words could really tell you how I feel |
But words are only really noise until |
They come to life |
I know you try |
This is not another love song |
One time, hey young world |
Love is yours, hey young world |
Cause love is yours young world |
Young world |
Or my hey young world |
This love is yours, hey young world |
This love is yours young world |
This love is yours young world |
Share the love |
I wish words could really tell you how I feel |
But words are only really noise until |
They come to life |
I know you try |
This is not another love song |