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Gentrification
- VERSE 1:
- What happened to the land, rent just keeps raising,
- kicked out by middle class communities, gentrification,
- I grew up as a teenager in New Orleans, word is bond,
- I thought I'd come back and kick with niggas and turn it on,
- Algiers cutoff section was poor, but Mama's pay was good,
- I thought I'd come back and blend in with the neighborhood,
- but here we show, there it goes, I remember gas stations,
- now politicians love the area, they make fat statements,
- and look at that shit now, the 'hood is all in a bunch,
- kicked out 'cuz the rent is nine hundred dollars a month,
- the middle class sees it as where worthless trash roams,
- I remember shotguns and modest working class homes,
- but whatever, now that's gone but the wind ain't there,
- to carry 'em softly, not any of my friends stayed there,
- that shit they talk about, keep sayin' the area's rough,
- but they don't realize that they're the ones tearing it up
- HOOK (X4)
- Homicide on 'em, BLAOW! What's the problem?
- VERSE 2:
- I remember all the block parties, music, and the robberies,
- but now that's forced to bow down to capitalist policies,
- pseudo intellectuals, instead of that fashioned poverty,
- hipster revolutionaries sittin' with coffee, equality,
- you see my family wasn't poor, we had enough to live,
- but we didn't do the crimes that these motherfuckers did,
- the CIA introduced the cocaine, it was crooked rough,
- the dealers made that shit into crack and they cooked it up,
- and when you live in the ghetto, it could fall down tomorrow,
- what's left except drinkin', doin' drugs to drown your sorrow,
- that's why I already stated that's the scripture of the Devil,
- those police have racial bias, they put liquor in the ghetto,
- see it's hard to even raise yourself on minimum wage,
- and when you're Black or Latin know they administer Aids,
- the cops lock up blacks for no reason, they live in a cage,
- that's hard to get up and to make it when life's pissin' away,
- and biased unrelatable quizzes assist in the grades,
- and now they're stereotypes against you and ignorant ways,
- and then to top it off the government's givin' you Section 8,
- and it's hard to pay, even with food stamps and Medicaid,
- so you can steal to feed yourself and be locked in prison cells,
- end up workin' at McDonalds, on welfare and give 'em hell,
- then become a fuckin' addict, wait 'till those days cloud,
- and we'll look back at that past and see there's no way out
- HOOK (X4)
- Homicide on 'em, BLAOW! What's the problem?
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