Letras
4Th cut, album 6, 64 the year of our Lord
Monk the mysterious, genius, alchemist
Eccentric, yet original, atypical and transcendental
Prolific, no gimmicks, all miracle
We don't protect the history, we let him change the story
Progenitor, I introduce rap to the oldest music conservatory
Monk introduce harmony, rhythmic augmentation and diminution
Genius without category
Surrounded by depression, surrounded by oppression
But looking up at the sky, waiting for God's reflection
We went from prohibition to heroin addiction
From lynching to life in prison, legislate abortion, what's missing?
Cause nobody wants to support you when you living
In a crack house with a mom on drugs and a rape victim
It's insane what we think of each other, am I your brother?
When I disagree with you, do you look at me as the other?
People think that I'm different, man I still got a heart
I got kids like you, got a wife, I want peace and a fair start
Is it because I'm Muslim? Is it because I'm black?
Is it because I'm poor, overweight, you want to attack?
Baby, I bleed red, bigotry ain't dead
Apathy is your majesty, hate pasted by charity
I'm motivated by love, spending time with people
Conversing, laughing, and bringing diversity closer
We have to see other faces as equals, living inside a bubble
Come to your house for dinner and baby, that starts trouble
Man, that's a problem, myopic generation
My option is that I'm done with the ignorant communication
Been patient, waiting, and facing
This racist, birth of a nation, wait!
Pump the breaks man, for God's sakes man, break safe
Pump the breaks man, for God's sakes man, break safe
Pump the breaks man, for God's sakes man, break safe
Pump the breaks man, for God's sakes man, break safe