DJ East 137 - Sum Of The Times Songtexte

Verse One

Big man had to bounce
Galvanized a legacy, superman strong

Michael Che’ said its over
In that regard, I’m hoping SNL is wrong

The past tells us voice can move choice
Popular choice foxes get to count

But even that won’t hardly stifle
Operations have-nots are willing to mount

Across the land music spoke
Still shouting this one is worth pursuing

Standing ovation to the school response
Said ya’ll didn’t, ya’ll know exactly what ya’ll were doing

Time can’t stop so everything counts
Everything is data, momma raised no fool

The only setback is waiting too long
And providing opportunities for changing the rules

Verse Two

Hidden figures are a problem statistically
Quantifiably turns crap to gold

But like anything looking for trouble
Like the pigeon drop or three cards, it’s going to get old

It’s worth its weight playing it cool
So at least there’s half a chance to level the field

Femas got a brand new bag
Redefining institutions of weapons and shields

Maybe that’s not what’s going down
And its just imaginations on THC

While black budgets hide in plain sight
But thanks to social media there’s plenty to see

What you cant see are digital eyes
Peeping everything about you that will not stop

Its like taking the torch from Ms. Liberty
When officer Alexis comes out the box

Verse Three

Making change means breaking a sweat
Namely simple change that leads to progress

Can’t be fake like breaking a date
Or when actors in role cry out to congress

Of the people, by the people
An idea for which to stand tall

Don’t always do what it was meant to do
Of being good for one and then good for all

How quickly things change in one week
Making the road to tolerance just that longer

But like rain one thing’s for sure
When the load gets heavier, people get stronger

Can’t urge it enough to make change
Now is good time to practice what you preach

Intolerance won’t mind what you think
So imagine how it’s looking at the freedom of speech

Hook:

We’ve seen it before
Runaway fear, too quick on the draw

That’s when sense is out of order
And life goes on but not like before

Just like tax one things for sure
History is in the making, sit up in class

This lesson might burn a little
But like smoke in the air, this too will pass