Every Ghetto

[Intro: Talib Kweli]
Yeah, man, so I start looking out the window
I see gun store, gun store, liquor store, gun store
Where the fuck are you taking me?
Yeah, man, OG shit right here, man, yeah

[Verse 1: Talib Kweli]
We bout to twist it up, we bout to lift it up
We never givin' up (In every ghetto)
The startin' salary is hard reality
Find solidarity (In every ghetto)
We got our leaders too, but where they lead us
Do they leave us or they see it through? (In every ghetto)
We packin' precious metals, our shit is next level
We raise the threat level (In every ghetto), c'mon
Every ghetto, every city, like Ms. Hill
They way too used to the missed meals
Hard to concentrate, hard to sit still
In every ghetto (Man, keep goin')
Murder rate permanent place in the top ten
We live here, these hipsters drop in
You hear them barrels cockin'
In every ghetto
They say consciousness mean a nigga ain't rugged
Until they get beat within an inch of it
Self-made niggas don't get discovered
In every ghetto
They actin' like you owe 'em somethin'
Homie, I don't owe you nothin', fuck your beef
It's way too early in the mornin' for the hate
You ain't brushed your teeth yet, nigga, and your toast ain't buttered
A perfect storm and the coast is flooded
Most discovered that my flow got 'em open
You posers sound like your growth is stunting
Man I'm goin' too fast, let me slow it down
I'm good walkin' in every ghetto around the world
The hood often embrace you when you profound with words
I say the shit they relate to, I keep it down to Earth
Other rappers sound like they hate you, them niggas sound absurd
So when they walk through the ghetto, they get their chain snatched
They gotta talk to the ghetto to get their chain back
It's like an open air prison and it remain packed
Nothin' but straight facts, yeah

[Interlude: Rapsody]
Indie 5, for the people by the people, ha
In every ghetto

[Verse 2: Rapsody]
Ya-ya, giddy up, who got the juice now?
Snatch it out your kiddie's cups
That shit you gave us watered down
This one's for Basquiat
They be brushin' with death, uh
Is this The Art Of War for cops?
In every ghetto
We double-dutchin', duckin' shots
Every home ain't got a pops
Every man ain't sellin' rocks
In every ghetto
A different will to win here
Different from switchin' cars
They pray that we switch our bars
To a vein from a metaphor
Worldstar, Worldstar
Lotta love and this life hard
Keep us prayin' like, "Oh, God"
Illegally thievery think of stealin' off easily
Frustrated we hate it, yeah
Revolution, uh
That's why we scream out, "Nigga, we made it"
It's an odd future, they ain't know we was all some creators
Somethin' from nothin', was told kings walk, but man, you frontin'
For the people and by the people, put them over money
I'm on my Viola Davis, yeah, workin' for justice
How you get away with murder? Be a cop and just kill us, look
How we supposed to not catch feelings?
Innocent lives, boy, we got kids in these buildings
I'm on my Viola Davis, this what you call a defense
For all the drama they gave us I'm spittin' Shonda Rhimes wit
Too high for you like ganja, that’s what Shonda rhyme with
I hollered back in the Hamptons, you still black if you rich
Spread love ain't just the Brooklyn way, it's universal
360 added nine lives, woo, what a circle

[Outro]
In every ghetto
Revolution (Revolution)
In every ghetto
In every ghetto