Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Pluralism, artist - Sho Baraka. Album song The Narrative, Volume 2 - Pianos & Politics, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 20.07.2017
Record label: Humble Beast
Song language: English
Pluralism |
I heard you came to make enemies |
(I heard you came to make enemies) |
Okay, hand down my penalties |
(Okay, hand down my penalties) |
Hello, love, today the delegation votes |
Today we must determine on who is our future foe |
I just left a meeting, I’ve got permission to go |
So I choose to use this time to write you a quick note |
We’ve really made some progress on pushing through some policies |
Dealing with misogyny, boosting up our economy |
Removing nationalism and private prisons |
Racism, corrupt businesses, bad religion |
We prayed to the Lord above, and we asked Him for wisdom |
We made some really tough decisions, but I’m glad we did it |
But now I’m starting to notice things are changing our behavior |
'Cause every time we meet I think the worst of my neighbors |
I feel like our leaders like to argue just for time’s sake |
When you have no foes, you create 'em. |
Why do I hate? |
I think I understand all the reasons why you left |
And me not listening I’m starting to regret |
But it’s hard to leave now, I have authority |
One year from seniority, we’ll have a majority |
And I’ll change things formally and morally |
Already things here are much better for minorities |
Just pray for me, I’m tryin' to make a difference |
I’m afraid I’m not far from being the opposition |
Any time we disagree, they just call it phobia |
This is how you silence your critics up in utopia |
Hold up, I ain’t feelin' yo' energy |
(Hold up, I ain’t feelin' yo' energy) |
Those words, they don’t sound like a friend to me |
(Those words, they don’t sound like a friend to me) |
I heard you came to make enemies |
(I heard you came to make enemies) |
Okay, hand down my penalties |
(Okay, hand down my penalties) |
We agree we share the same enemy (get down) |
Handshakes, lofty words and subtle winks |
Marches in the streets and the cries for peace |
Everything was good till they came for me |
(Everything, everything was good) till they came for me |
(Everything, everything was good) till they came for me |
(Everything, everything was good) till they came for me |
(Everything, everything was good, get down) |
(Hey, talk about utopia) |
You askin' bout utopia? |
(Is this a safe space?) |
I mean, I mean it’s a diverse place |
But it’s still monolithic |
Because nobody thinks different |
(Nobody thinks different) |
I would have somebody’s back in the day we would |
Try to preserve the traditions of utopia |
Others would just look past it, right |
So then they told me to run when I wasn’t scared (wasn't scared) |
Some told me to look, but there was nothing there (nothing there) |
Some would tell me when to sing and clap my hands (clap my hands) |
And have like rules for entertainment and how I should dance (dance boy, dance) |
I just know there was a problem |
Everybody wanted to be royalty |
Nobody wanted to be servants |
Because the peasants they would become privilege and perverted |
But be careful how you share your views |
Cause they’ll protest you |
We scream «Power to the people, power to the people |
Power to the people» (until that power corrupts) |
We scream «The system stay evil, the system stay evil, man |
Them systems are evil» (until it benefits us) |
They tell me «Give to the poor, give money to the poor» |
Tell me «Give to the poor» (First I gotta make a little more) |
They screamin' peace over war, there’s peace over war |
Man there’s peace over war (until they came for yours) |
You act like a pig and you dirty up the dishes |
You talk like a friend, but you a politician |
We deconstruct words until nothing has meaning |
Disguise our hate with our political leanings |
Because we just don’t like people |
We love evil, we say equal |
But we really want the power |
Exchange your insecurities with ours |
I’m afraid this very hour censorship has turned us into cowards |
Nothing is pure, everything is a mystery |
You’ve got no shame, you rewriting history |
My apologies don’t fit in your ideology |
You’re trying to build an ideal society |
I overestimated my influence |
I thought utopia was a place of prudence |
I guess I’m foolish |
Should I say something, fight back or start running? |
Wait, hold up, I think I hear 'em coming |