Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Reservation Guilt Trip, artist - Tall Paul.
Date of issue: 22.12.2015
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Reservation Guilt Trip |
Bastard kid immaculate |
With the facts I spit I packaged it |
Captioned it with the coolest deep maneuvers |
To enact the test mastered it |
Passed it out it’s tantamount |
To classics now |
My pedigree’s ahead of me |
Young graduate with caps & gowns |
I utilize my English |
In pursuit of my relinquished soul |
They took it from my ancestors |
And stole it from my spirits glow |
Now I’m out to take it back |
I know y’all all relate to that |
I ain’t simply fussing bruh |
I’m only stating basic facts |
Style lax wild cats |
With stacks that stretch a mile back |
Smile glad riled rants |
My map’s gon' make a proud man |
Now I stand to be a shining example |
Of all I can be cause I focused on the good |
And made the most of all the bad things |
Sadly the modern day boarding school |
Produced a strong dad |
Cause the Foster care system |
Ensured I didn’t take the same path |
Sometimes tough situations |
Translate to good things |
We say that we’re the voiceless |
But I’ll ensure the hood sings |
The reservation and the city |
Express of our dispossession |
I ain’t truly proud of either |
But it’s south side until the heavens |
Just below the cities ether |
No matter what your locale |
From midwest reservations |
To inner cities in So Cal the no pal |
We won’t help ya no way no how |
Mindset of oppressors is prevalent |
It won’t slow now so what i gotta do |
Is take what they give me and multiply |
To alter my position envision a place |
With duller skies the bullet buys |
Supplied with Government rations |
My people mastered the art |
Of making Survival food happen |
They took a tub of lard a bag of flour |
Sprinkled in some red power |
What ya got is fry bread |
The Modern food we all devour |
And it’s sorrow, spud on a stick Epidemic |
It can make us diabetic |
But it still gets us connected |
It makes the family kinetic as one |
We gon' still taste it with Buds |
It makes up for lack of nutrition |
By building relationships up |
Sure you’re right our new traditions |
Are far from flawless propositions |
But I’m a keep with new tradition |
And use it to further my position |
Flip this english into dollars |
Reach the pockets of white scholars |
Rocking shows inside the college |
Food for thought is polished knowledge |
Brought it with for college kids |
Impressed by it like college chicks |
Bodies thick, want the stick |
I gives a ish if you liken this to Vicodin |
Just a drug, just a thug please learn to love |
I judge myself to hush em up |
Cause I’m the one who bears the brunt |
Man what y’all want? |
I’ve learned to trudge lightly |
When judging others' standing |
Cause my past would’ve got me banished |
By traditional justice standards |
How do I manage? |
I don’t know |
All I know is that man can grow |
Some mistakes I might take to the grave |
But now I behave and that’s the glow |
For those who don’t deserve to learn |
Deserve chances to earn their word |
If they ruin em let em burn |
Maybe, if they lack concern |
But until that line’s clearly crossed |
I can’t be one to crucify |
How could I when I’ve deeply hurt |
So many lives without losing mine |
To anyone I’ve done wrong |
Who’s listening to this track |
I sincerely apologize |
I wish that I could take it back but I can’t |
I feel guilt I feel remorse I feel that |
And I hope you find the slightest peace |
In hearing I’m a changed man |
Cause I am, yes I am |
A product of my environment |
A victim of the system |
From birth to retirement |
Please, please just listen |
I promise I’ve inquired it |
It’s been written in my system |
From birth to enlightenment |
I didn’t come into the world a bad man |
I came in a bright aura like all babies do |
But I was birthed in a earth |
Resembling a trash can |
And I learned all the horror |
Like all babies do |
So when I say I’m a victim of the system |
I’m not trying to detract blame |
But if you’re still here and you’re still listening |
That is not how I came |
It was learned and it’s been owned |
It was burned and now I’m home |
And I’m thankful to have been able |
To learn from my mistakes and change |
Rather than being shot or locked and chained |
Only to be further displaced |
If I could I’d apologize to your face |
But I don’t know if I can so this is the least I could do |