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What Will Become - Tay and TampaRay (with lyrics)

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Channel: YoungKato · 2010 · Music

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real old video and song that me and Tampa Ray recorded. In the process of us growing and discovering ourselves thru the tribulationz, brothaz like us often wonder...what will become

Tay:
Now let me take you thru the tales of a young black child/
History done brought my people misery in the style/
In which we struggle with identity and unity more/
I can drag you thru the ghetto, black people still poor/
Thats the reason why Im steadily trippin off of the fact/
We assimilate with crackaz, but they wont do it back/
So are you black? Is you ashamed of your motherland? Resentin every brothaman/
Strivin to be corporate but you wont try to understand/
Who we used to be. Before thee atrocities/
Livin in a society where white is what we ought to be/
Nah, fuck dat. Wake up and bust back/
I be thinkin about the millions who died and we cant get back/
Slave mentality was all we ever knew/
A tradition passed down. Still our kids do it too/
Manipulated like the lost sheep. I read inside the bible/
It was prophesized in Deuteronomy that we would see genocidal/
Sufferin amongst our people in a strange land/
Taken here by ships. Sista, it aint hard to understand/
But I also read that one day, wed be free/
Spiritually, mentally, physically. Like we used to be/
A lot of brothaz in my hood taught me game/
Even though it was the same place I struggled to stay sane/
Yet I maintain. Rallyin like black panther Huey Newton/
Right before the FBI was infiltratin and pollutin/
Cocaine within the black communities/
Homie, the guns and the drugs all came from overseas/
Instantly, throwing the movement off track/
Rest in peace Bobby Hutton. Free Geronimo Pratt/
This country took your fuckin lives, so I gotta be down to die/
Sick of starvin up the ghettos. Sick of seein mama cry/
Black people in my day, tell me what I gotta say/
Too awaken your minds for your future generations sake/

Tay:
Now tell me what will become, of a single parent home dwellin in the slums/
Seven kids to feed. My mama struggle off of low income, and then some/
In the addition we aint proud to say/
Penalized for past sins always comin round my way/
The price of dealin with the devil keepin a brotha bitter/
Thinkin about the times I had to maintain my temper/
Id whimper daily in my soul for Mr. Oscar Grant/
All my people brutalized. I know the reason for this chant/
Swing low. Sweet Chariot. Comin forth to carry me home/
I want redemption. These devils still be lynchin. Forcin me to carry me chrome/
I live in hell. No parole or no fuckin bail/
RIP to Sean Bell. Hopin that you restin well/
My chest inhaled the worst of worst/
I spit my venom thoroughly. You askin why it hurts/

Tampa Ray:
Burn Babylon Burn. It was prophesied/
We puttin ashes in the urns as the world turns/
See the smoke got me chokin/
Sold by my own brothaz just like Joseph/
And nowadays, my peoples so hopeless/
And thats why we thugged out. Losin our focus/
Man, its the genocide of my people/
Evidence that the white man evil/
You see the water they pollute and they buildin they nukes/
I want an eye for an eye. I want a tooth for a tooth/
Then hear the truth that we speakin to you. (Understand we speakin to you)/
And I aint preachin to you, but it was written/
Slavery and 400 years of affliction in the devils jurisdiction/
They want hell on earth and thats why, them crackaz buildin their prisonz/

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