(Intro)
I’m from a place where we do much more than rap on a mic
Incorporating Hip Hop in every facet of life
From the city where they’ll lift you right up out of your Nikes
Reportin’ live from New York yo its Saturday Night
(Verse 1)
What can I say? We’ve been living through tough times
Reportin’ live from the ’91 to the ’19
From the streets of New York where people live deprived of God
And gotta hustle illegally to survive
A wealthy man stands with an abundance of cash
On the same street a fiend found his lunch in the trash
A place where there’s no room to be fair
Finding a parking spot’s like playing musical chairs
Yo it’s a dirty game, partially pleasure but purely pain
Abandoning your own soul for some worldly gain
We all know that this system isn’t right
School smarts are inapplicable and trivial to life
We’ve been livin’ tribe, now this place is godforsaken
And these ain’t opinions these are my daily observations
The rest are sheep unaware of the scam
Underprepared, living scared of what they don’t understand
(Chorus)
What can I say? We’ve been living through tough times
Reportin’ live from the ’91 to the ’19
Where polluted skies block the rays of the sunshine
Hide the blunt grinds, keep an eye out for one time
This human life is like a new death trap
Every time we stride forward, taking two steps back
A place where grey skies shade the rays of the sunshine
Hide the blunt grinds, keep an eye out for one time
(Verse 2)
Yo I’m not a villain that’s just how they want to convey it
All my run in’s with the law are marijuana related
Charged with possession but never with intention to sell
Steady profiting at the expense of everyone else
Yo if you ask me, I say they’re making a flawed living
Granting us privileges which are really God given
Above the law with a weapon to flash
You don’t respect our past, we don’t respect your badge
Now get them hands off me, that ain’t part of the fuckin’ plan
No man has authority over another man
I’ll be damned, handcuffed in the back in your truck
Full search of my car just for half of a blunt (Punk!)
Like God judges us all from the same standards
So what gives you the right to put me in damn handcuffs?
We’ll never compromise through just silence
Or unite when both biased sides are one sided
(Chorus)
What can I say? We’ve been living through tough times
Reportin’ live from the ’91 to the ’19
Where polluted skies block the rays of the sunshine
Hide the blunt grinds, keep an eye out for one time
This human life is like a new death trap
Every time we stride forward, taking two steps back
A place where grey skies shade the rays of the sunshine
Hide the blunt grinds, keep an eye out for one time
(Verse 3)
Everyday they spot us watching through cameras
Technology advancements got us under constant surveillance
So I trust nobody, do my dirt by my lonesome
Never repeating the past mistakes that I’ve grown from
Cause without this beat, I’d be lurkin’ in the streets
Without this weed, I’d probably be a burglar or a thief
Workin’ 8 hour days now that’s 40 a week
Just to barely afford to eat, sleep, with water or heat
While our kids go to class to bullies and cruel feudings
Which only fuels the next choosing for school shootings
My Mom’s a teacher yo, should she be getting trained for guns?
And I’m a substitute, does that mean I should carry one?
Beyond disturbed from these punks disasters
I wanna go to church but don’t trust the pastors
Still searching for security we can’t get
From ’91 to ’19 it’s still the same shit
(Chorus)
What can I say? We’ve been living through tough times
Reportin’ live from the ’91 to the ’19
Where polluted skies block the rays of the sunshine
Hide the blunt grinds, keep an eye out for one time
This human life is like a new death trap
Every time we stride forward, taking two steps back
A place where grey skies shade the rays of the sunshine
Hide the blunt grinds, keep an eye out for one time
(Outro)
I’m from a place where we do much more than rap on a mic
Incorporating Hip Hop in every facet of life
From the city where they’ll lift you right up out of your Nikes
Reportin’ live from New York yo its Saturday Night
Longtime Style P collaborator Fortes serves up instrumental versions of eight of his productions for the New York rapper. Bandcamp New & Notable Jun 22, 2020
