Displaced - Awate, Turkish Dcypha

It’s almost like we aren’t here

The flats are gone

Yeah

And I know damn well that they want it so the blacks are gone

We’re all criminals to them

In between sky scrapers, making minimum for rent

Chilling and billing while they keep the prison system

Fed

Patrol us

Surviving lively is our operandi modus

From the tribe of 'Alright, now let’s focus'

Expel our demons like expecto patronum

Respect that we’re owning our own destinies

Rest in peace to Afeni

Free the poor and jail the leaders

They lead us onto a path of treachery

With advanced weaponry and call it security

It’s a joke

We’re as broke as the chains on us

No more will you take from us

It’s hard living when the place that you’re from ain’t there anymore

Feel like I don’t care anymore

Don’t know this place

And we don’t care about your real estate

I’m from a real estate

I know they want us displaced

Sometimes I get angry

I blame them for me not seeing my family that much anymore.

But the walls ain’t

the same

Nah

Twenty years I lived in Maiden Lane and there’s never been a marketing suite

before

Back before, way back

Back before TOX tags were all over

I bought posters

Went to Four Star G in Camden, thought I was a soldier

That’s my ends.

Yeah, yeah

That’s my ends

I’d like to represent but I can’t afford the rent

Spent time protesting but I got arrested too much for my mind to not find that

distressing

I’m deleting what they taught since freedom’s what I bought.

And I ain’t going

back to court

Forget what you thought

In the words of Shakur

Now I’m mature

I dropped the Cure

Stay in tuned for what’s in store

It’s hard living when the place that you’re from ain’t there anymore

Feel like I don’t care anymore

Don’t know this place

And we don’t care about your real estate

I’m from a real estate

I know they want us displaced

Maiden Lane, Agar, Peckwater, Somers, Q.C., Cumbo

Let’s take em

High, high, high