Vendetta

I told you so I told you We are the ones 'Cause 'Pac did a lot more for me than Barack Salute La, da-da, da, da, da, da, da We're not afraid to lose everything we got 'Cause all we really got is our word, word, word The pen is greater than the sword La, da-da, da, da, da, da, da By the people, for the people Seems like you only look out for your sort of people I look around, it's more evil God I see it in me You see, um Everyday we closer to that funeral Everyday a struggle, but the struggle still beautiful And doctors don't got patience for their patients So they just send them to that pharmaceutical We tell 'em that they need drugs But I know that they need love I ain't scared of that war or the violence The thing I'm more terrified of is I wanna snatch my generation out this apathy Gotta do that now 'fore this voice grow out of reach And what we feedin' people that's a tragedy So what you want, the chemicals or calories? Nobody taught us how to eat Momma gon' work the sixty hour weeks What's for dinner? Well, what's quicker and cheap You got remote parents, you'll be raised by the TV My momma worked the night shift Still made it out to every single game While my father sat at home I promise when I have my own that we will never be the same Vendetta I told you so I told you We are the ones 'Cause 'Pac did a lot more for me than Barack Salute La, da-da, da, da, da, da, da Look, Mr., Mr. or Mrs Government official, we just won't listen You can't relate to how we livin' from where you're sittn' That's why the artist got more influence than the polititian This my generation We know the news never tell the truth so we go to Twitter for our information It's so fast, ya'll seem slow to us By the time you print it tomorrow it's old to us We are the ones that you used to be, brave idealists with a dream That went corrupted by the cream, yeah This pen is not for sale They nickel and dime'n We still throwin' quarters in a wishing well And I know you can't imagine losin' the lifestyle that you so used to havin' And, yo, we still make decisions for the fact that they awesome Not just for the profit margin Hold up, how i'm talkin? I got excess, others got need I gotta answer to God for all of these sneaks I got a hundred pairs, but only two feet God forgive me, I've been thinkin' 'bout me We point fingers at people who sin different, skin different But the same color we bleed You wanna know the real problem in America? Always has been and it always will be, me If you had any other answer you've been deceived We've been lookin' for salvation in education, money, leaders, and policies But we got a bigger need We got a sin debt that we inherited We divide ourself by class, skin color, and our heritage Well our Creator bankrupt the heaven so that we could all be there with him Brothers and sisters I told you so I told you We are the ones 'Cause 'Pac did a lot more for me than Barack Salute La, da-da, da, da, da, da, da --- Vendetta - Andy Mineo