the jungle book
Singer:k.a.a.n.
this old jungle looks mighty dangerous
pressure turn you to a diamond survival is a must
when you feast in the jungle you know it's no love
watch out for the low hanging fruits on the floor
i just try to rise above it
'cause i know you are what you eat
i know these bastards covered everything that's makin' them weep
i pray that there's a heaven that i see eventually
that's the game that they gave to me
i guess we bought into the half truths
and full lies that we've been told our whole lives
so tell me what that make us
father from a maker but close to the ones that hate us
the disconnect is real it's like we're spiritually naked
while i dwell on the spill that i'm spillin' while feelin' vacant
my community was a victim of ronald reagan
crack killed community or blacks with a shotgun
nigga i suggest you pop one
pressure turn you to a diamond survival is a must
when you feast in the jungle you know it's no love
watch out for the low hanging fruits on the floor
how come you don't care about us?
is it something that we did to make our existence rough?
is there a reason that you chose to make our conditions rough?
is it becaues we never pray or talk to you enough?
i know you are the omnipitent and we just the recipients of this piss poor planet
i just can't understand it
it feel like nobody give a fuck they ignoring our pain
took my grandmother for my brother
gave me suicidal thoughts that always run through my brain
like i swear this race is insane
won't you pass the olive branch or baton
pressure turn you to a diamond survival is a must
when you feast in the jungle you know it's no love
watch out for the low hanging fruits on the floor