Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song A Better Tomorrow, artist - Wu-Tang Clan. Album song A Better Tomorrow, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 27.11.2014
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Warner
Song language: English
A Better Tomorrow |
Wake up… wake up |
Wake up… |
Wake up, get a hold of your life, go get your cake up |
The motto in the streets is you eat, or you get ate up |
Straight up, you tired of waiting, go get your weight up |
My peoples tired of waiting for reparations to pay us |
Screaming Jesus can save us, I, I get the Bentley if I save up |
But that’s just another trick to enslave us |
Push the minimum wages |
Put, put our fathers up in them cages |
Then watch out when mother struggled to raise us |
But, but my ambition won’t let me live in this poor condition |
That doesn’t care about color, creed, or your religion |
Priests, politicians gotta listen to opposition |
From my position, we still ain’t got a pot to piss in |
From my position, we still ain’t got a pot to piss in |
Allah said to save the babies from the cold |
Pour wisdom in the cup so the truth overflows |
Still, knowledge is that bread that keeps us well-fed |
Old time religion will not bring us satisfaction |
Without action now who can disagree with me? |
God is not a mystery, there’s nowhere in history |
That you could show and prove to me |
But still you face east and nod your head to me religiously |
I’m G-O-D, to infinity, for real |
The world won’t get no better |
If we just let it be |
The world won’t get no better |
We gotta change it yeah, just you and me |
Poor reparations, the Bush administration |
Unequality, martial law, segregation |
False hood, false teaching, false education |
Now’s the time for us to come amongst this nation |
They deceiving us, they don’t believe in us |
They believe in that Cream like Julius Caesar |
I’m like Marcus Garvey, Malcolm X with the heaters |
Ripping the chains of the remains of all of the leaders |
Never worship the image if we were swine eaters |
I’m on the back of the bus with two fine divas |
We in the jungle of life, but never jungle fever |
I’m God-body all day long, spiritual life lessons |
That I recite with song |
Trying to wake up everybody, can’t we all get along? |
For all my people that’s out there persevering through the storm |
Black fist, Staten Island, stand up, stand strong |
Penetrate through the gate and bring the Clan along |
Wake up and realise the times |
That we living in the world is getting more iller than ever |
Thought we was chillin', striving change for the better |
But it was a dream like Martin Luther |
He had a vision that could move a mountain |
Protect one another, that’s world to my brother Malcolm |
As-salamu alaykum, alaykum as-salam |
We want justice, police supposed to protect and serve |
And then they shoot us down like wild animals |
The nerve of them cold-hearted killers |
With blue suits slaying our black youth |
The earth cries from all the blood that’s being spilled |
We need a solution fast, get InshAllah bill |
Let me educate them, translate it meaning God’s will |
It goes all in together, together how we are |
To stand with a plan, provided we down to fall |
And that’s the Willie Lynch tactics that separated the masses |
Taught us all to think backwards |
We gonna change the world |