Preachin' To The Quiet Lyrics - C

Celebrity the new drug 

In America 

Gotta have it 

Gotta be it 

So the young ones can see it 

Watch out now 

Looka here now 

In these rich or die tryin times 

Y'all see the greed that I see 

Got these cats 

Whipped by TV 

3 generations of fatherless women 

We drownin instead of swimmin 

This ain't what y'all asked for 

That's what they locked ya ass up for 

And they closed the door 

Beyond these streets 

These kids, they be always watchin 

See it ain't been the same 

Since Teen Summit left the game 

Off the air, who cares? 

Now kids get programmed 

Ask their peoples 

Who buy them almost everything the stars wear 

People see, people do 

Y'all see the new pied pipers 

They got a hold on you 

Back to the boogaloo 

Get a shot 

So you don't catch the flu 

Don't get shot 

And get a hole in you 

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(Can I get an amen?) 

Maybe I'm 

Preachin' to the quiet 

You see, I'm talkin advanced 

But goin back at the same time 

Rewind 

So what, some of this song don't rhyme 

Like I said 

Most of us get ghetto at the wrong time 

Fear 

So leave a little room for god 

Up in here 

Back in the day 

Even real pimps, hustlers, players 

Told young cats 

C'mon get your lives on track 

These raps you hear today 

Is a bad ass act 

I'm here to tell it 

Like it ought to be 

It ain't no kids fault to me 

35 years old 

Actin 16 

Know what I mean 

You don't work, mean you don't eat 

You need more than a ball 

And some bomb ass beats 

New kicks on your feet 

Need your mind in these times 

To compete 

Make your world complete 

Sweet not sour 

That's what I call fightin the power 

Here it is, no fable 

I put it all on the table 

Spendin my time 

Identifyin who behind 

Some of these labels 

Who profit off the spit 

Some of the same way same cats 

That owned them ships 

Yes 

It's a business 

But slavery was too 

Prison industrial complex 

New slavery lookin 

To own you 

Ownin the labels, stations, jails and cemeteries 

Thug life 

Turnin hip hop into a one stop shop 

Somebody behind 

Makin up your own damn mind 

Signed, sealed delivered 

In a nigger package 

So dumb you can't hear 

The ignorance protected 

By the backpacker 

Who co-signed the say so 

Claimin they dug the flow 

Filled wit Jim Crow 

Return of the old negro 

How you gonna say no to drugs 

If you don't say no to thugs 

See the government 

Sweep it deeper 

Under the rug 

Maybe 

Maybe I'm 

Preachin' to the quiet 

Talk the talk 

Walk the walk 

I'm preachin' to the quiet