歌曲 | Opening Salvo |
歌手 | Blue Scholars |
专辑 | Bayani |
作曲 : Geologic, Mohajerjasbi ... | |
Uhh, now, it's the opening salvo, | |
Where po's scope the people like Muhammad and Malvo. | |
A sample of the battle we waged against an animal | |
Made to snuff us out like the wick of a candle. | |
And all the youth dressed in camo, | |
We're ready to handle, | |
And no this war was not scripted, | |
We can't change the channel. | |
We're canceling all subscriptions, | |
This is the last issue, | |
When the casket's closed you can't take the cash with you. | |
No postmortem residuals, | |
We're individuals who | |
Indivisible become the most invincible. | |
But that is not the issue at hand, | |
We demand a simple right to question y'all, | |
People where the fuck is freedom at? | |
It's all we ask but instead we get our asses | |
Assassinated fast if they catch you talking trash. | |
If the first shall be last, | |
It's time to prepare, | |
Black clouds, sky falling | |
Put a hand in the air. | |
(Chorus) | |
Yea my people building monuments to weather the flood, | |
I'ma leave how I came screaming covered in blood. | |
Died once, born twice, both times we knuckled up, | |
Alongside our people we're gonna struggle with love. | |
And my people building monuments to weather the flood, | |
I'ma leave how I came screaming covered in blood. | |
Died once, born twice, both times we knuckled up, | |
Alongside our people we're gonna struggle with love. | |
So struggle with love, | |
Struggle with love, | |
Struggle with love. | |
Now this here's for those who choose fights | |
Whose fruits might never not ripen until after their life. | |
It's not right how they martyr our leaders | |
And target our children, | |
Disrespect our sisters | |
And wonder why we're militant. | |
Peace to my third world equivalent, | |
Even if I can't fight beside you | |
I write what I can | |
To get our fam in other lands to understand your pain, | |
'Cause your beef is mine and we're one and the same. | |
And I know about this privilege, | |
But if you're from where I'm from | |
Then you know a bigger burden comes with it. | |
And that's what I carry when you see me on a hustle, | |
I'm talking as a walking document of our struggle. | |
Kasamas hold me down and remember that I love you | |
With Ajani hold your head up if they ever take me from you. | |
And please tell 'em that I tried, | |
Don't cry, | |
'Cause no matter where you are, a struggle's nearby. | |
(Chorus) | |
Right now I want to thank God for being me, | |
My soul won't rest until the colony is free. | |
1896 revolution incomplete, | |
Silence is defeat, my solution is to speak. | |
Resurrect the legacy of martyrs I beseech, | |
Time to choose a side, it's the mighty vs. the meek. | |
My big brother Free brought the word from the East, | |
We're the bullet in the middle of the belly of the beast. | |
Hey. |
zuò qǔ : Geologic, Mohajerjasbi ... | |
Uhh, now, it' s the opening salvo, | |
Where po' s scope the people like Muhammad and Malvo. | |
A sample of the battle we waged against an animal | |
Made to snuff us out like the wick of a candle. | |
And all the youth dressed in camo, | |
We' re ready to handle, | |
And no this war was not scripted, | |
We can' t change the channel. | |
We' re canceling all subscriptions, | |
This is the last issue, | |
When the casket' s closed you can' t take the cash with you. | |
No postmortem residuals, | |
We' re individuals who | |
Indivisible become the most invincible. | |
But that is not the issue at hand, | |
We demand a simple right to question y' all, | |
People where the fuck is freedom at? | |
It' s all we ask but instead we get our asses | |
Assassinated fast if they catch you talking trash. | |
If the first shall be last, | |
It' s time to prepare, | |
Black clouds, sky falling | |
Put a hand in the air. | |
Chorus | |
Yea my people building monuments to weather the flood, | |
I' ma leave how I came screaming covered in blood. | |
Died once, born twice, both times we knuckled up, | |
Alongside our people we' re gonna struggle with love. | |
And my people building monuments to weather the flood, | |
I' ma leave how I came screaming covered in blood. | |
Died once, born twice, both times we knuckled up, | |
Alongside our people we' re gonna struggle with love. | |
So struggle with love, | |
Struggle with love, | |
Struggle with love. | |
Now this here' s for those who choose fights | |
Whose fruits might never not ripen until after their life. | |
It' s not right how they martyr our leaders | |
And target our children, | |
Disrespect our sisters | |
And wonder why we' re militant. | |
Peace to my third world equivalent, | |
Even if I can' t fight beside you | |
I write what I can | |
To get our fam in other lands to understand your pain, | |
' Cause your beef is mine and we' re one and the same. | |
And I know about this privilege, | |
But if you' re from where I' m from | |
Then you know a bigger burden comes with it. | |
And that' s what I carry when you see me on a hustle, | |
I' m talking as a walking document of our struggle. | |
Kasamas hold me down and remember that I love you | |
With Ajani hold your head up if they ever take me from you. | |
And please tell ' em that I tried, | |
Don' t cry, | |
' Cause no matter where you are, a struggle' s nearby. | |
Chorus | |
Right now I want to thank God for being me, | |
My soul won' t rest until the colony is free. | |
1896 revolution incomplete, | |
Silence is defeat, my solution is to speak. | |
Resurrect the legacy of martyrs I beseech, | |
Time to choose a side, it' s the mighty vs. the meek. | |
My big brother Free brought the word from the East, | |
We' re the bullet in the middle of the belly of the beast. | |
Hey. |