As We Prey

[Intro]
Uh… the only thing is that... uh
With all this…uh…
With all this… uh… political thing happening right now
I don’t know how far we can go more
But we must have to push
Because as far as there is a small political space
If we are not going to move ourselves
And ask that we are conscious
Who is going to do it for us?
If not now, when?

(Brrraa)

[Verse 1: Bambu]
Women and ghetto men, watchers on the
Tower
Turn that music a little
Louder
Just give me about an
Hour
I’ll give you back word to tell ya’ll
The devil tries supression
Pressure immigrants to leave
Passing laws just to arrest us
Now they’re telling me to switch it
Elitists say I’m dated, wait a
Minute
Homie, why the fuck these youngin’s
Imitating?
I hear youngin’s out here making ’95 rap
Tapes
I am vintage ’95 I did my demo on
Tape
But I ain’t here for that, this summer saw
Murders rise
Reporting live and direct from Inglewood
Ca-lifor-n-i-a ayy!
It’s hella evident, the devil been here
Ever since
Designing how to set the institutions up to benefit from parents
Hard labor
20 hours a
Day
Dropping bombs on a country for better rates on a
Trade
Now we prey
Praying with a gun against your
Brain
Ain’t no magic in the sky to put the pieces in
Play (ayy!)

[Verse 2: Bambu]
Women, ghettomen however you
Identify
Long as you are down to catch the justice they deny
And I am
Not signing on dotted
Lines
Keeping all the music
Mine
Never had a person wasn’t black or brown who down
With mine
Others went the whiter
Route
Got the bigger check and
Bounced
While I am too abrasive for the palettes
Of their greedy mouths
Fuck faulty independents, lying like they
Get it
But they’re gonna push that "college party" rap for higher
Tickets
While I’m charging less than
Twenty
Sell out venues
Plenty
And there’s gonna be a bunch of brown faces like a
Penny
PHAT and I would rather rock for twenty of
Ours
Than a thousand white kids who think I rap too
Hard
That make us prey

[Hook]
Hoping couple dollars come my way
From the opening bells straight up and destined for jails
So now we prey
We the prey

So now we prey
[Hook] (Ann One) x2
Hoping couple dollars come my way
From the opening bells straight up and destined for jails
Son now we prey
We the prey

[Verse 3: Bambu]
Through the scope of black music I am
Bam
The son of immigrants who the left Philippines
Sayin’
Educated from the bottom by a standardized
Test
Battered by a life of peolice, are A-alikes
Next
Acquisition by a auto industry is in my
Chest
When exhaust was more than momma chasing overtime
Cheques
One apartment, two siblings, and my grandparents and
I
And I’ve been the prime prey for the devil all my
Life
From a worker, to a student, educator in the
Music
A jaded veteran ptsd-ing through the
Bullshit
I’m a poppa, who’d rather have integrity in
Mind
Cus most these motherfuckers can’t
Rhyme
From the days of watching momma chase the
Bus
And seeing me in
Cuffs
Now teaching young son to keep his checking hand
Up
How to act when they show up and try to say “he look
Suspicious”
All the shit you probably never have to teach the white
Children
Now we prey
Hoping couple dollars come my way
“Oh I didn’t know you still rap. Ain’t you from back in the
Day?”
I’m still prey
We the prey

[Hook]
Hoping couple dollars come my way
From the opening bells straight up and destined for jails
So now we prey
From the prey

(x2)
Don’t trip that’s just Bambu de Pistola
Bambu de Pistola
That’s just Bambu de Pistola

[Outro]
A little exploration in the
Race
Tryng to navigate a industry with
Filipino face
This isn’t praying to a
God
This is prey under the Phillippine Army
Under Lumad
We are prey