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whose streets? - awkword lyrics

[intro: awkword]

world wide
it’s ok to be awkword, motherf-cker

[hook: awkword]
whose streets? our streets!
everybody yell it loud
no justice, no peace
doin more than screaming now
whose streets? our streets!
everybody yell it loud
no justice, no peace
everybody screaming out

[verse 1: awkword]
today we march proud, awk’s got the delegation
even sparks closin down, stugots, we lost your reservation
no hesitation, stocked, from the brooklyn bas-m-nt
black, roses out the pavement, celebratin our vacation
all across america white folks meditatin
a lot of ’em medicatin, looking for sedation
while the rest are runnin round, wild, no hesitation
got a feelin if they were black it’d be a riot situation
don’t try it, i will waste them, shotguns, they be a facin
this isn’t the place, and this is the time, for patience
and i haven’t said a word, just been sittin on, the curb
a history a violence, but now there’s peace in my words
i know it’s more than a little scary, when a, paradigm shifts
but before the earth was round everybody feared the cliff (heh)
i’m afraid, government takedown, must be h-ll
well what about their d-mn shutdown, now, how’s ya health?

[hook: awkword]

[verse 2: awkword]

if i ruled the world, yeah it’d be democratic
i’d ask everyone to call me ‘a’, as a habit
you can’t get more personal than that, that’s how i’ll have it
we’ll all get along, address our grievances on sabbath
part capitalist part socialist, primitivist, anarchist
and i ain’t talking to talk, i studied, and then i planned all this
bigger than the giant, this hope, it made ya hand a fist
fight back for his bandages then take him for the damages
ravenous, that’s how we were, no more, we handled it
happiness, it’s so raw, like the .44, we handled with
but before we get to business let’s invite the b-tches
a celebration invitation, for taking they riches
cha-ching, topless girls, splash in my pool
but i’m in my office in my chair, rehearsing my rules
just in case they refuse, and we are forced to get rude
i’m in my office in my chair, kind of scared to move

[hook: awkword]

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