[Verse 1: Kweli] From the top, the top, from the top, from the top From the top, from the top, the top, from the top In a of grace Where the talent is surrounded by the pain and the So the selling never At the same time snitching to the Is the way to be found at the bottom of a lake But the problem we face seems so That we can't escape so we our fate So the sex and the money and the and the pictures we paint If an is a part of a community And got an to get that cake Would never come to the hood, no immunity Usually a nigga that so fake No different from a Nothing left to give cause you always wanna If you ain't using all the talents God provided you Would a minuteman understand you ain't nothing but a waste? Look into the face of a girl up like a flag when it's unfurled Got game listening to her mother's And she love Beyonce cause she run the Her used to run this city Way back before the nigga Puff was When it came to the music then she got picky From New York, but preferred 2Pac Biggie No disrespect to Ms. Wallace, but she liked to do the And she that Pac was more lyrical Plus she never to college But she called 'Earth' found rhythm with the gods more spiritual She God in the And it's only natural to for a little you Musical so she the umbilical chords So her was born it was a miracle Music is the light it's dark And the way that you spit dart is a big part She grew up hip hop Now all her got is "Love & Hip Hop" niggas turn up for the sex Niggas turn up for the money, never turn up for the Ratchet reality stars that be so stupid Getting in the at reunions She used to be inspired by the writers, now she's of the biters No desire for the and the violence That's inflicted on the in a so-called party environment Her is politics Lost count of how many whores she was called She do it no more, lost all her faith They say she exaggerate when she holler But it's so much she can tolerate
[Hook: Dobson] Help me find my way to a state of Stir my heart, my soul Feed me freedom sounds you Help me my way to a state of grace Lift me up with weight me to the grace
[Verse 2: Talib She wanna to be the in her family with a higher education Her entire graduation was a situation Did a paper on the of the hip hop generation But no felt a part of the conversation Used to be I'm a ''ride or chick B.I.G. with the ''Me And My No objections, an object label seeing a profit She ain't never a bitch or a ho But she used to sing along she heard it in a song She used to be front row at the shows 'til she overdosed on the Her favorite rapper invited her backstage would have But she felt like she really ain't When she wouldn't let him hit, this nigga called her a She erased all her songs the phone You are who you fuck with, so the guy she stuck with You can bump it or dump it, the artist she Just her heart, so misogynistic and disgusting She tried not to him In her heart she still him And the way that he lusting a of his suffering And this young man clearly not ready for the harder Female emcees acting more like a dude than a dude do, only if you I know a few who flow crazier than if you flew over the nest of the But she never gonna hear them in the mix so the new Taking cues the radio playing that doodoo She on D'Angelo station playing that Voodoo, who knew?
[Verse 3: Kweli] In the of hate She'd be for a balance cause the world is challenging her to be great I see as colors and shapes Put it on tape, let her know I relate When you wish you could switch the way you look And your nose was and your hair was straight When you got no you hate yourself, when you hate your race Let's get to the Our sisters more than grinding on the wall half-naked She a bitch, she a And you rich and you shit on the In all of records and ask 'em to buy it Why should I music that constantly disrespects me? And make you dismissive of the efforts of who get left With the charge of it correctly When it's free or in a cloud Ain't no to touch the radio dial You wonder why you don't no sounds on the air And it's that your sales going down by law then you found the raw On a board and you sounding off niggas get the whole world, but what's the cause? No wonder why these niggas be lost Rhyming is a The line rap niggas is designed by the enemy Stop giving them your soul, wrap Prepackaged, fabricated rap Running you like fast food; Big Mac's You don't no problems, fix that All the time that you spent to that bullshit Now you ain't never gon' get
[Outro: Kweli] She love it, no She don't love it no