Sean Lennon - Memory Loss lyrics

[Intro] You try to get over you're gonna go under You try to get over you're gonna go under Literally it's 3030 I don't got time to be wasting time on you slow pokes [Verse 1] I want y'all to, get open, like the ocean Brothers be buggin' like "He's from Oakland?" What? I'll whoop you insinuatin' we ain't capable Stupid a** n***as is gonna rape a ho A few out a thousand My town is foundin' fathers of the black panthers we provide answers You don't wanna believe then y'all some blind ba*tards They got you set up real good: generalizing Industry rising while energies declining n***as think I'm whinin' Really? I don't give a sh** 'cause everybody's dyin' but y'all think that's the end of it That's why it's so easy to be a Benedict Or imitate cause they wouldn't teach ya algebra when you was eight Now you fourty-eight and you hate children Forgot where you came from now you're straight illin' Don't fight the feelin' You better deal with it [Hook] (People have a memory loss They try to get over) Try to get over you're gonna go under [Verse 2] It don't matter what you do or say Try to get away but I'm gonna catch ya Wanna compare yourself to them Well guess what homeboy you don't match up I'm my own individual so I know it isn't true just because you say it is 'cause anything that's truth got proof it ain't you That's simply just the way it is Sing [Interlude] [Sean Lennon] Lookin' up the sky is red City's burning up over head (flame on baby) We can make the best of it (rock that) In this post apocalypse (right on) [Hook] (People have a memory loss They try to get over) Fake mothers trying to get over Word [Verse 3] I'm on some real sh** So real brothers feel this 'cause we know reality is crazy That's why nothin' amaze me Look in the past You might have to go farther then the book in your cla** My n***as cookin' some crack and moms get the first hit That's ok with you? that's ok with me I'm not here to judge the way you be I got my own complications the government shoeless rations Plantations is man-labor for 5 bucks for hourly intervals I get a G for that So believe what I spit to you is given back Don't think that I'm livin' that dream When the I.R.S. repossess most of your cream It's like I dream when I die I wake up I see all the people I disrespected and try to make up It's praise to the creator, relate to nature [Hook] (People have a memory loss They try to get over)