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the problem or the solution? - justin clardy lyrics

verse 1:
young atlas, world on my shoulders i’m just moving along
40 million on my brain as i’m composing this song
the homie from gardena and he just grew on up
roulette chips on black when in vegas
always bet on us
so what happened?
remember n-gg-s was hype off high school fame?
i be forever honeymooning, never swap last names
to think of all i think of its crazy i never thought about
how i could make a change in two lanes with what i thought about
feel the pressure, my mind and my heart racing
give the people and alb-m along wight your dissertation
ya lady man crush and probably yo kids teacher
see my lectures are free, but i can’t do no free features
my son need tuition, my mom and them need a crib
i give my life to the people and thats why i need to live
connected to the struggle
i swear won’t n-body help us
telekinetic arab i used my brain to blow myself up

chorus:
we’ll crawl out from up under the streets
fist raised with heat, our own policing police
f-ck y’all bout? cause the people in trouble
what you placing above em? go on commit to the struggle
what you placing above em? i’m glad my people know i love em
what y’all bout? i’m glad my people know i love em
what y’all bout? i’m glad my people know i love em
what y’all bout? i’m glad my people know i love em

verse 2:
they down to go wherever j go
run the republic like i’m plato
touching they souls its the phaedo
they believing in me
bay, la, and down to diego
raise a fist for every halo
that was taken by the mayo they can finally see
ain’t no remorse for the grievers
ain’t no pay for the teachers
with my pops on the phone like
blacks lacking in leaders
why the lines to vote, don’t look like line to get sneakers?
the revolution ain’t televised but we lacking in readers
with they hand on the narrative you would think that we wanted pain
the rules don’t apply so turn the states into hunger games
plot
the black agenda
is you wit it or not
i need the crips to collectivize and the bloods to clot
nights alone in these towers i just sit back and i brainstorm
whether paper or song, i’m who the kids get their game from
nah
i ain’t a killa but please don’t provoke me
or find our why my old heads compare me to stokley

chorus x 2:
we’ll crawl out from up under the streets
fist raised with heat, our own policing police
f-ck y’all bout? cause the people in trouble
what you placing above em? go on commit to the struggle
what you placing above em? i’m glad my people know i love em
what y’all bout? i’m glad my people know i love em
what y’all bout? i’m glad my people know i love em
what y’all bout? i’m glad my people know i love em

- justin clardy lyrics

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