Are we a lost generation or our people?
Add us to equations but they´ll never make
us equal
She who writes the movie owns the script
and the sequel
So why ain´t the stealing of my rights made
illegal?
They keep us underground working hard for
the greedy
But when it´s time to pay they turn around and
call us needy
My crown too heavy like the Queen
Nefertiti
Gimme back my pyramid, I´m trying to free
Kansas City
Mixing masterminds like your name Bernie
Grudman
Well I´mma keep leading like a young
Harriet Tubman
You can take my wings but I´m still gonna
fly
And even when you edit me the booty don´t
lie
Yeah, I´mma keep sangin´, I´mma keep
writing songs
I´m tired of Marvin asking me “What´s Going
On?”
March to the streets ´cuz I´m willing and
I´m able
Categorize me, I defy every label
And while you´re selling dope, we´re gonne
keep selling hope
We riding up now, you gotta deal you gotta
cope
Will you be electric sheep? Electric
ladies, will you sleep?
Or will you preach?
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