Theives In The Night

Black Star

[Talib Kweli]



Yo Dee (What?)



Come on (Yeah..)



What? What? Come on



(Yeah)




"Give me the fortune, keep the fame," said my man Louis



I agreed, know what he mean because we live the truest lie



I asked him why we follow the law of the bluest eye



He looked at me, he thought about it



Was like, "I'm clueless, why?"



The question was rhetorical, the answer is horrible



Our morals are out of place and got our lives full of sorrow



And so tomorrow comin later than usual



Waitin' on someone to pity us



While we findin beauty in the hideous



They say money's the root of all evil but I can't tell



YouknowhatImean, pesos, francs, yens, cowrie shells, dollar bills



Or is it the mindstate that's ill?



Creating crime rates to fill the new prisons they build



Over money and religion there's more blood to spill



The wounds of slaves in cotton fields that never heal



What's the deal?



A lot of cats who buy records are straight broke



But my language universal they be recitin my quotes



While R&B singers hit bad notes, we rock the boat



of thought, that my man Louis' statements just provoked



Caught up, in conversations of our personal worth



Brought up, through endangered species status on the planet Earth



Survival tactics means, bustin gats to prove you hard



Your firearms are too short to box with God



Without faith, all of that is illusionary



Raise my son, no vindication of manhood necessary




[M.D.] Not strong



[T.K.] Only aggressive



[M.D.] Not free



[T.K.] We only licensed



[M.D.] Not compassioniate, only polite



[T.K.] Now who the nicest?



[M.D.] Not good but well behaved



[T.K.] Chasin after death