Twofifteen

Hey dis

C'est pas vrai, dis

Pince-moi, dis (Twofifteen)

C'est comme si je n'avais jamais dansé avant

Yo, the big wheel keep turnin' like Ike's and Anna Mae's

The church kitchen hustlin' dinners every Saturday

Pull over, let me grab a plate, I tend to gravitate

Towards how fish dinners from a styrofoam platter taste

My granddaddy sported plaid Donny Hathaways

Hustlin' for everything we had 'til he passed away

When I would ask him 'bout what path to take

He used to laugh and say, "No man is an island but I'm a castaway"

Casualties, I seen 'em like the French Foreign Legion

On the streets, they used to carry out bizarre procedures

In jean jackets and Jabbar Adidas

Back when local R&B was just as soulful as orthopedics

Me and my man twistin' up some reefer and wishin'

We knew all the town hitmen in the likes of Sam Christian

On the edge of existence, man, listen

Understand, respect and fear was the all-American ambition

For badass kids in the laundromat, foldin' a load

Well lo and behold, a whole 'nother fork in the road

My wish for them is that the truth is eventually told

Out on the corner, where whatever you can sell is sold

I heard murder ran this vast, deserted land

Since back when Burning Man was blacks in Birmingham

Before the presidential election diversion scam

Matter of fact, before they clapped Franz Ferdinand

You gossip on Jay and Beyoncé or Kim and Kanye

But keep risin' to the top, what my mind say

Picture my daughter drinkin' water where the sign-

Say, "For colored girls," I ain't talkin' Ntozake Shange

Who said it's Senegal? I was a king in general

Rich in every resource, precious metal and mineral

Before the devil entered the land of the plentiful

With that Jamaican funk, gotta get it into who

For generations, under God, indivisible

Psych ward patients, vampires in a interview

Become institutionalized, what a nigga do

But what we had to do to survive, none of them could do