Letras
From the top, from the top, from the top, from the top, uh
From the top, from the top, from the top, from the top
In a state of grace
Where the talented surrounded by the pain and the violence
So the selling never safe
At the same time, snitching to the Jake is the
Quickest way to get found at the bottom of the lake
The problem we face seems so great that
We can't escape, so we accept our fate
So the sex and the money and the murder are the pictures we paint
If an artist is a part of a community
And got an opportunity to get that cake
But never come back to the hood, no immunity
Usually a nigga like that's so fake
No different from a snake
Nothing left to give 'cause you always wanna take
If you ain't using all the talents God provided you with
For the betterment of man, understand you ain't nothing but a waste
Look into the face of a young girl
Raising up like a flag when it's time to furl
Got game listening to her mother's pearls
And she love Beyoncé 'cause she run the world
Her mama used to run this city
Way back before that nigga Puff was Diddy
When it came to her music then she got real picky
From New York but preferred 2Pac over Biggie
No disrespect to Ms. Wallace but she liked to do the knowledge
And she felt that Pac was more lyrical
No, she never went to college but she called herself
Earth, our myth, the one that God's more spiritual
She God in the physical
And it's only natural to pray for her little youth
Musical, so she played the umbilical cords
'Til her daughter was born, it was a miracle
Music is the light when it's dark
And the way that you spit your dart is a big part
She grew up loving hip-hop
Now all her daughter got is loving hip-hop
Nowadays niggas turn up for the sex
Niggas turn up for the money, never turn up for the movement
Ratchet reality stars that be looking so stupid
Getting into fights at reunions
She used to be inspired by the writers
Now she tired of the biters, no desire for the lion and the violence
That's inflicted on the body in this so-called party environment
Her body is politics
Lost count how many whores she was called today
She won't do it no more, lost all her faith
They say she exaggerate when she holler rape
But there's only so much she can tolerate
Help me find my way
To a state of grace
Stir my heart, touch my soul
Feed me freedom sounds you made
Help me find my way
To a state of grace
Lift me up with your weight
Pull me to be great
She wanna be the first in the family with the higher education
Her entire graduation was a dire situation
Did a paper on the state of the hip-hop generation
But no longer felt a part of the conversation
Used to be a "I'ma ride or die" chick
B.I.G. with the "me and my bitch"
No objections, being an object
Major labels seeing a profit
She ain't never been a bitch or a ho
But she used to sing along when she heard it in a song
She used to be front row at the shows
'Til she overdosed on the testosterone
Her favorite rapper invited her backstage
But it stayed, but she felt like she really ain't belong
When she wouldn't let him hit
This nigga called her a bitch, he erased all her songs from the phone
Who are we fucked with?
So the garbage is stuck with
You can bump it or dump it
The artist she trusted just broke her heart
So misogynistic and disgusting
She tried not to judge him
In her heart she still love him
And the way that he lusting a part of his suffering
And this young man clearly not ready for the harder discussion
Female MCs acting more like a dude than a doo-doo
Only if you knew
I know a few who flow crazier than if you flew
Over the nest of the cuckoo
But she never gonna hear them in the mix of the new attitude
Taking cues from the radio playing that doodoo
She on D'Angelo Pandora station playing that voodoo
Who knew?
Help me find my way
To a state of grace
Stir my heart, touch my soul
Feed me freedom sounds you made
Help me find my way
To a state of grace
Lift me up with your weight
Pull me to be great
In the face of hate
She be looking for a balance 'cause the
World is challenging her to be great
I see lyrics as colors and shapes
Put it on tape, let her know I can relate
When you wish you could switch the way that you look
And your nose was smaller and your hair was straight
When you got no faith, when you hate yourself, when you hate your race
Let's get to the core
Our sister's worth more than grinding on the wall half naked
She a bitch, she a whore, and you rich
And you shit on the poor and all of your records
And now she finna buy it
Why should I support music that constantly disrespects me
And make you dismissive of the efforts of those
Who get left with the charge of repping it correctly?
When it's free online or in the cloud
Ain't no need to touch the radio dial
You wonder why you don't hear those sounds on the air
And it's clear that the sales go down
Down by a law that you found before
You on a message board and you sounding off
These niggas gained the whole world, but what's the cost?
No wonder why these niggas be sounding lost
Rhyming is a memory
These assembly line rap niggas is designed by the enemy
Stop giving them your soul, gift wrap
Prepackaged, fabricated shit rap
Running through you like fast food, Big Macs
You don't want no problems, fix that
All the time that you spent listening to that bullshit
Now you ain't never gon' get back
Help me find my way
To a state of grace
Stir my heart, touch my soul
Feed me freedom sounds you made
Help me find my way
To a state of grace
Lift me up with your weight
Pull me to be great
She don't love it no, she don't love it no more
She don't love it no, she don't love it no more
She don't love it no, she don't love it no more
She don't love it no, she don't love it no more
No more, no more, no more, no more
No more, no more, no more, no more
No more, no more, no more, no more
No more, no more, no more, she don't love it no more