Dead Prez - Look Around lyrics

[woman singing] [stic.man] Beatnuts, dead prez [woman] What I wanna sayyy [stic.man and/or m1] Everytime I look around, I see So much drama goin down Everytime I look around, I see So much fakeness goin down [stic.man] Why I'ma- be stingy when I could share? Why I'ma- be hateful if I could care? Why would I hate my own? Or forsake my own? Why would I- f** around and get a jake on my chrome? I wouldn't- have to stick you if we all could eat It wouldn't be no need for beef Dyin over streets we don't even own anyway You could get bucked off anyday We behind enemy lines Y'all still writin Hennessy rhymes While I'm tryna find a good price for a nine Feel like my life on the line That's why a n***a be hype all the time Ready for the revolution at the drop a'a dime [m1] I got a duty to have security for my n***as My duty to serve the beautiful black sistas A duty to stand wit' anybody that's wit' us And fully criticize all bullsh**tas There should be awards presented- to n***as who fight back Like Panther jackets, or sistas who light gats I'm a full-blooded warrior, ready for change Recognize any soldier that's doin the same Because I love who I am, and that means everything to me My life ain't worth a damn unless I'm dealin with reality When I look myself in the eyes, it's just me And I don't have to tell nobody no lies, I feel free And I would rather deal with the truth and falsehood Than bein fake with my people and claimin 'it's all good' You can't run away from ya self, so that's useless If your word is bond, then you don't have to make excuses Everytime I look around, I see So much drama goin down Hold up! [intro to 'Old School Survival'] [crowd] Wait a minute! Let's take it back to the old school [man talking] Yo, 'memba back in the day? When sh- everything was all smooth 'n calm And sh** was like- [other man] snap? on, n***a Yo man, I'm doin it, I'm doin it man I'm sayin like-'memba back in like in '70 f**in '79, Nah, nah '87! Tha's my favorite