Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song It's a Trip, artist - The Last Poets.
Date of issue: 06.05.2000
Song language: English
It's a Trip |
How I wish I could stay, far away, far away |
Away from the milling masses |
Filth, vermin and gases |
Muggings, thuggings, near naked bodies as they go marching past |
Shamming at modesty in miniskirt mask |
And it’s a trip |
Yes, it’s a trip |
From the screaming and cussin' |
From the gambling and hustlin' |
From the nodding and the fussin' |
From the confusion of integration and segregation |
Amidst the cries of Let’s build a nation! |
Separation, y’all, separation t y’all |
Separation, separation |
It’s a trip |
Yes, I trip to escape the environmental rape |
The industrial waste in the rivers and lakes |
The mad, mad race for the vastness of space |
The clamour and fuss to quicken the pace |
The hypocrites' call of justice for all |
Though this cannot be for people like me |
There’s no place for the poor y’all, in this society |
So I trip and I flee from the things that I see |
Yes I trip and I flee from this brand of liberty |
Yes I trip and I flee, so perhaps for a moment |
I might be free, free, free |
I might be free, free, free |
And it’s a trip |
Yes, it’s a trip |
Yes, I split with my mind, through the passage of time |
Back when men were still men, and the sisters were fine |
And a man had a friend, and a man had Allah |
And a man had some land, and a faith to defend |
Back in time before men were deceived by the Jinn |
Back in time before men were deceived by the Jinn |
But, alas, I come back to the real, to the fact |
Being poor, being black, being under attack |
Being under attack for just being black |
Being under attack for just being black |
Being under attack for just being black |
Being under attack and that is a fact |
And it’s a trip |
It’s a trip |
Yes, it’s time we all took a real hard look |
At the lifestyles we have and the ones we forsook |
And our past and our present, at the future we crave |
And at the things we encounter between the womb and the grave |
And what we must do, and what must be saved |
And how we must struggle, and how things will be |
When truth is revealed, y’all, and falsehood has died |
And we can be free and we want to be |
And it’s a trip |
And It’s a trip |
How I wish I could stay, far away, far away |
From the witches and vampires that stalk me each day |
Far away from the hunter that makes me the prey |
Far away from the snare that they lay on the way |
For the soul is the prize in the game that they play |
For the soul is the prize in the game that they play! |