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I taste the evening and breath in the crisp pacific northwest air As it’s leavin my lips crack the bits This visual kiss, the Puget Sound And the bluest of skies Two sides of the abyss This city was built on the backs of the brave who gave up their home for a dollar a day The same folks who rose up to ban the minimum wage Unofficial slaves not given a page, a photograph or a paragraph written to claim them Some got the nerve to say go back to where you came from Same ones who Stole the land from chief sealth and then named the city after him as if to say we honor you Right after we conquered you and pillaged your home Soil fertilized with indigenous bones Jimi Hendrix, ray charles and quincy jones Japanese jazz now hip hop in home That’s seventh and Jackson the microphone’s open Subvert a culture genocide seven years goin’ in the moment and the music Time to show improvement Never will you see me be a Judas to the movement Used to be a student of the beat until I mastered it And then I set it free to let it be the energy That I command when I spit, in this shit heard out of mangled tight lipss I like sister with hips, I like sisters with hope even better than those who blow spirit through the smoke out my mouth and my nose I pose questions like ‘at night’ Or the moon is too bright These dudes with tight shirts and spiked hair Letras de cancionesHit up the late night Chinese joint with bad fare Fresh off the club, One stumblin drunk Ain’t worth my time just to mumble ‘punk’ He be acting like a chump but he still my brown brother Sister by your side dyed hair with fake eyes Probably wonders why she attracts the fake guys I sigh under south side night skies My people, young brown and gifted conversely, The people I belong to believe me it hurts me to use the same fist that I raise against the system to cock back and hit em Getting all caught up in the movement and the music Time to sure improve it Never will you see me be a Judas to the movement Used to be a student of the beat until I mastered it And then I set it free to let it be the energy That I command when I spit, in this sh-- heard out of mangled tight lips I like sisters with hips, I like sisters with hopes even better than those who blow spirit through the smoke out my mouth and my nose And then I breath out my mouth and my nose And then I breath out my mouth and my nose And then I breath (Grazie a Matia per questo testo) From Letras Mania