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Talib Kweli
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Cold Rain
Let's try something new
It's been a long time coming
Let me try something brand new
Hey yo, Ski, what you ever do, man?
Come on, yo, what we doing it for?
This is for all the day-trippers and the hipsters
Whores and the fashionistas
Spiritual leaders practicing all the laws of attraction
The teachers who read the passages from the back of a G
That be busting off Dalai Lama's or flashing heaters
The last of the boosters
With the shooting, the thugging
And all the booning and spooning
And all the crooning, and cooning
And auto-tuning, you laugh
You be telling, peddling to consumers
I'm helping them to see through it
Get with this new movement
Let's move it
Feel the cold rain, still I'm standing right here
Even the winter, summer days
Yeah, I'm a product of Reaganomics
From the blocks, what he rocking
A feds like Jay Electronica
Drop and make this a lock
If he promises where the heart is
Whether Jesus or Mohammad
Regardless of where the mosque is, word
They hope for the apocalypse
Like a self-fulfilling prophecy
Tell me when do we stop it?
Do they ask you your religion
Before you rent an apartment?
Is the answer burning Korans
So that we can defend Islamics?
The end upon us with a hash tag
A trending topic
You take away the freedoms
That we invite in the game
Then you disrespect the soldiers
You ask them to die in vain
Into the desert praying for rain
The music's like a drug
And they tend to take it to vein
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It ain't for the well-behaved
The soundtrack for when you're great
But it's more for when you've felt afraid
More than your average rapper
So you sort of felt the way
The brain is like a cage, you a slave
That's why they loving you
This is the Book of Eli
That starts with a K-W
Feel the cold rain, still I'm standing right here
Even the winter, summer days
Feel the cold rain, still I'm standing right here
Even the winter, summer days
I do it for the trappers, other rappers
The Backpackers, the crackers
The niggas, the metal-packers
The victims of ghetto factories
I do it for the families, citizens of humanity
Emcee's, endangered species like manatees
I do it for the future of my children
They the hope for the hopeless
Karma approaches
We gon' be food for a flock of vultures
The end of the world
Ain't nothing left but the cockroaches
And the freedom fighters
We're freedom writers like Bob Moses
The chosen, freedom writers like Voltaire
For my block, my borough, my hood, my city, my state, yeah
My obligation to my community's so clear
Yeah, we gotta save them, this opportunity so rare
We do it so big over here
That it's no bare
To the punks, bitches, the chumps
The snitches, the sneak in the game
We let them live with all
They're weak and they're lame
The bozo's and joker's
Promoting when they're speaking my name
Feel the cold rain, still I'm standing right here
Even the winter, summer days
Feel the cold rain, still I'm standing right here
Even the winter, summer days
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