[…]
We’re here for the people
(Verse)
We are the ones left to make due with the two hands the good lord gave us
When no resources are thrown to the forces that be but no-one to save us
The ones in the classroom where the books are outdated
Teacher no longer outspoken
The ones left to congregate where the pushers give a fix
To those that have dreams broke
The ones left to drown and rebuild the towns
In the path of waters from the levies
The ones with the problems of the world on their back
That neglite the fact that the weight is gettin’ heavy
We are the ones who have daughters and sons
Who commit themselves to havin’ unsafe nights
The ones who lost family in 9/11
Hours after tellin’ em to have a safe flight
(Hook)
We are the ones, we are the (people)
We are the (people), we are the (people)
We are the (people)
We are the ones, we are the (people)
We are the (people), we are the (people)
We are the (people)
(Verse 2)
We be the soul, the human core
The planet who blood sweat and tears even weak take for granted
We be the ones separated by wardens
At the international borders only to take government orders
We are the ones with the same childhood dreams
But adulthood brings nightmares and screams
We be the raw excuse to slang
I mean, we the people they stereotype for gangs
Who thought would see our daughters and sons would stand
Infiltration of drugs and guns
We are the ones that kneel to the young with the heart of gold
Avoid being victimized by our sons
We be the ones tryna raise em in all our men brothers
Not some whipping post from coast to coast (?)
We are the people run down lives, who tries
To steadily depend on our culture, don’t living dance to
(Hook)
We are the people
Still the retched of the Earth
At the end of God’s day
We persevered through the herd
We are the ones, we are the (people)
We are the (people), we are the (people)
We are the (people)
Come on, Michael, that’s a muthafuckin’ lie
We the people at the fish fry
We the 86% heart disease
Gucci, Louis Vuitton, Nike shoes wearing, no banking accounts
No misbehave and catchin’ the blame
Same old same lotto players
Look into Obama for the liberals
But ever since they pop Malcolm and Martin
We at the front of the bus now pountin’
The place ain’t nothin’ but a lazy man’s sofa
The CEO’s dopper’s golfer
With a video host’s hope
We’re emotional, but if we peeps it
I’m thinkin’ we’re s’possed to go
But we the same lyin’ cheatin’ backstabbin’
We part of our own struggle
We would burst ?’s bubble
Destined to meet the Maker
But at the same time we the same people late for His arrival
Yo, a false survival
No longer feelin’ tribal
And as much as it makes me feel good to say
We are beautiful people
There’s a lot of us messin’ it up
For the people
(Hook)
We are the (people), we are the (people)
We are the (people)
