Evening Chai 歌词

歌曲	Evening Chai
歌手	Blue Scholars
专辑	Blue Scholars
下载	Image LRC TXT

	作曲 : Geologic
	I taste the evening and breath in the crisp pacific northwest air
	As it's leavin' my lips crack the bits
	This visual kiss, the Puget Sound
	And the bluest of skies
	Two sides of the abyss
	This city was built on the backs of the brave
	who gave up their home for a dollar a day
	The same folks who rose up, demanded minimum wage
	Unofficial slaves not given a page
	a photograph or a paragraph written to claim them
	Some got the nerve to say go back to where you came from
	Same ones who stole the land from chief sealth
	and then named the city after him
	as if to say we honor you
	Right after we conquered you and pillaged your home
	Soil fertilized with indigenous bones
	Jimi Hendrix, Ray Charles and Quincy Jones
	Japanese jazz now hip hop in home
	At seventh and Jackson the microphone's open
	Subvert a culture genocide seven years goin'
	In the moment and the music
	Time to show and prove it
	Never will you see me be a Judas to the movement
	Used to be a student of the beat until I mastered it
	And then I set it free to let it be the energy
	That I command when I spit,
	illest shit heard out of mangled tight lips
	I like sisters with hips,
	I like sisters with hope even better than those
	blow spirit through the smoke out my mouth and my nose
	I pose questions like ‘why folks wear locs at night'
	Either to look swass or the moon is too bright
	These dudes with tight shirts and spiked hair
	Hit up the late night Chinese joint with fanfare
	Fresh off the club, one stumblin' drunk
	Ain't worth my time, he's just a mumblin' punk
	He be acting like a chump but he still my brown brother
	Sister by your side dyed hair with fake eyes
	Probably wonders why she attracts the fake guys
	I sigh under south side night skies
	My people, young brown and gifted conversely,
	The people I belong to believe me it hurts me
	to use the same fist that I raise against the system
	to cock back and hit em
	Getting all caught up in the movement and the music
	Time to show and prove it
	Never will you see me be a Judas to the movement
	Used to be a student of the beat until I mastered it
	And then I set it free to let it be the energy
	That I command when I spit,
	illest shit heard out of mangled tight lips
	I like sisters with hips, I like sisters with hopes
	even better than those
	who blow spirit through the smoke out my mouth and my nose
	And then I breath out my mouth and my nose
	And then I breath out my mouth and my nose
	And then I breath

	zuo qu : Geologic
	I taste the evening and breath in the crisp pacific northwest air
	As it' s leavin' my lips crack the bits
	This visual kiss, the Puget Sound
	And the bluest of skies
	Two sides of the abyss
	This city was built on the backs of the brave
	who gave up their home for a dollar a day
	The same folks who rose up, demanded minimum wage
	Unofficial slaves not given a page
	a photograph or a paragraph written to claim them
	Some got the nerve to say go back to where you came from
	Same ones who stole the land from chief sealth
	and then named the city after him
	as if to say we honor you
	Right after we conquered you and pillaged your home
	Soil fertilized with indigenous bones
	Jimi Hendrix, Ray Charles and Quincy Jones
	Japanese jazz now hip hop in home
	At seventh and Jackson the microphone' s open
	Subvert a culture genocide seven years goin'
	In the moment and the music
	Time to show and prove it
	Never will you see me be a Judas to the movement
	Used to be a student of the beat until I mastered it
	And then I set it free to let it be the energy
	That I command when I spit,
	illest shit heard out of mangled tight lips
	I like sisters with hips,
	I like sisters with hope even better than those
	blow spirit through the smoke out my mouth and my nose
	I pose questions like ' why folks wear locs at night'
	Either to look swass or the moon is too bright
	These dudes with tight shirts and spiked hair
	Hit up the late night Chinese joint with fanfare
	Fresh off the club, one stumblin' drunk
	Ain' t worth my time, he' s just a mumblin' punk
	He be acting like a chump but he still my brown brother
	Sister by your side dyed hair with fake eyes
	Probably wonders why she attracts the fake guys
	I sigh under south side night skies
	My people, young brown and gifted conversely,
	The people I belong to believe me it hurts me
	to use the same fist that I raise against the system
	to cock back and hit em
	Getting all caught up in the movement and the music
	Time to show and prove it
	Never will you see me be a Judas to the movement
	Used to be a student of the beat until I mastered it
	And then I set it free to let it be the energy
	That I command when I spit,
	illest shit heard out of mangled tight lips
	I like sisters with hips, I like sisters with hopes
	even better than those
	who blow spirit through the smoke out my mouth and my nose
	And then I breath out my mouth and my nose
	And then I breath out my mouth and my nose
	And then I breath

	zuò qǔ : Geologic
	I taste the evening and breath in the crisp pacific northwest air
	As it' s leavin' my lips crack the bits
	This visual kiss, the Puget Sound
	And the bluest of skies
	Two sides of the abyss
	This city was built on the backs of the brave
	who gave up their home for a dollar a day
	The same folks who rose up, demanded minimum wage
	Unofficial slaves not given a page
	a photograph or a paragraph written to claim them
	Some got the nerve to say go back to where you came from
	Same ones who stole the land from chief sealth
	and then named the city after him
	as if to say we honor you
	Right after we conquered you and pillaged your home
	Soil fertilized with indigenous bones
	Jimi Hendrix, Ray Charles and Quincy Jones
	Japanese jazz now hip hop in home
	At seventh and Jackson the microphone' s open
	Subvert a culture genocide seven years goin'
	In the moment and the music
	Time to show and prove it
	Never will you see me be a Judas to the movement
	Used to be a student of the beat until I mastered it
	And then I set it free to let it be the energy
	That I command when I spit,
	illest shit heard out of mangled tight lips
	I like sisters with hips,
	I like sisters with hope even better than those
	blow spirit through the smoke out my mouth and my nose
	I pose questions like ' why folks wear locs at night'
	Either to look swass or the moon is too bright
	These dudes with tight shirts and spiked hair
	Hit up the late night Chinese joint with fanfare
	Fresh off the club, one stumblin' drunk
	Ain' t worth my time, he' s just a mumblin' punk
	He be acting like a chump but he still my brown brother
	Sister by your side dyed hair with fake eyes
	Probably wonders why she attracts the fake guys
	I sigh under south side night skies
	My people, young brown and gifted conversely,
	The people I belong to believe me it hurts me
	to use the same fist that I raise against the system
	to cock back and hit em
	Getting all caught up in the movement and the music
	Time to show and prove it
	Never will you see me be a Judas to the movement
	Used to be a student of the beat until I mastered it
	And then I set it free to let it be the energy
	That I command when I spit,
	illest shit heard out of mangled tight lips
	I like sisters with hips, I like sisters with hopes
	even better than those
	who blow spirit through the smoke out my mouth and my nose
	And then I breath out my mouth and my nose
	And then I breath out my mouth and my nose
	And then I breath

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