leaving the past
Singer:immortal technique
they told me i would never make it
but people don't believe it
i guess it's hard to stomach the truth like a bulimic
it's a dirty game and nobody is willing to clean it
but this is for the paraplegic
people dreamin' of runnin'
ladies married to men who don't please 'em
verbally murderous like david berkowitz when i'm gunnin'
some cowards on the internet didn't think i would sell
scared to talk shit in person
'cause they stuck in a shell
and couldn't understand the pain of being stuck in a cell
hell is not a place you go
if you're not a christian
it's the failure of your life's greatest ambition
it's a bad decision to blindly follow any religion
i don't see the difference in between the wrong and the wrong
soldiers emptyin' their clips at little kids and their moms
are just like a desperate motherfucker strapped to a bomb
smoked up in a gravity bong
by a democrat republican cheech and chong
you never heard me preach in a song
i'm just speakin' the facts
put your hands in the air like you got the heat to your back
and shake your body like a baby born addicted to crack
and since life's a gamble like the craps tables at vegas
it's not written in pages
i hate it when they tell us how far we came to be
as if our people's history started with slavery
painfully i discovered the shit they kept a secret
this is the exodus like the black jews out of egypt
i keep it reality based with the music i make
blow up the truth in your face with the style i run with
like the navy missile that shot down flight 800
i'm like the africans who came here before colombus
and from the fifteen hundreds until after the morrow
i watch latin america get raped in the sorrow
you see the spaniards never left despues de colon
and if you don't believe me
you can click on univision
i never seen so much racism in all of my life
every program and newscast
it's like apartheid with 10 percent ruling the rest
that type of stress 'll make me put the fucking tool to your chest
i burn slow like pissing drunk with gonorrhea
i'll do a free show in north korea
while j. edgar hoover politicians dress up in drag
makin' it hard to follow this: capitalism and democracy are not synonymous
you swallow propaganda like a birth control pill
sellin' your soul to the eye on the back of the dollar bill
but that will never be me
'cause i'm leavin' the past
like an abused wife with the kids
like a drug addict clean and sober
unbreakable technique leavin' the plane crash
i'm out with the black box and i refuse to return
instead of what you usually learn
and i refuse to be concerned with condescending advice
'cause i'm the only motherfucker that could change my life
some people think i won't make it
'cause that shit is slow and it kills
i made y'all believe that it last
but it starts with leaving the past