Hoop Dreamin - Blueprint, Has-Lo

Alright, alright

Yeah

My environment’s my archnemesis, hard to win against

I witness many innocent fight for life in dark tenements

Armed immigrants with militant plots, robotic citizens

That mill around with meaningless jobs, villainous cops

Slither, trigger finger itching for Glocks

To reinforce the forcefields that keep us trapped on our blocks

It’s calm as Vietnam, it smells like vengeance

My only weapon is my art and a hard sentence

That boldly march in against the opposition

Smooth with the moves of a polished politician

When music is used to soothe the savage beast

And feed the disenfranchised that never had a piece

My city’s full of life but it looks like a tomb

Flowers fight their way through the cracks until they can bloom

I was born a black poet not a day too soon

And wrote my first rhymes on the walls of my mother’s womb

Who to blame when the sky’s full of acid rain

And fracking makes all the water in your faucet flame

Strange for some but for others it’s an average day

Around my way you gotta earn the right to complain

Third world problems with a first world backdrop

Bitch about the pot you piss in and not have a pot

Born in poverty, we didn’t have a lot

But still was happy whether or not we had it or not

Hoop dreaming.

Still searching for the meaning

Still scheming.

'Cause we gotta come up

Hoop dreaming.

Still searching for the meaning

Still scheming.

'Cause we gotta come up

Now get down

«Get, get, get down»

«Get, get, get down»

«Get, get, get down»

«Get, get, get down»

«Get, get, get down»

«Get, get, get down»

«Get, get, get down»

«Get, get, get down»

A nomad in mind, roaming a path rap designed

A black’s way out as a rat trapped inside

Whoever wish only a dream of higher heights

Should take a look at my view, my money’s the root

It takes room inside of your rules, ruin your roof

Next thing you planning for heists and grooming recruits

Gluttony and need don’t reside in the same geometry

We live check to check hoping to stretch

And we survive the week tryna get some honest eats

Take any under-the-table hustle we can get

The buildings don’t inspire me to dream outside of them

I don’t as a result, my neighborhood’s a cult

Seagulls hover in lots and drink dirty water

The cops cover our blocks and checkpoints and borders

Funny how I see you every hour sun to sun

But me and my people call you never come

Hoop dreaming.

Still searching for the meaning

Still scheming.

'Cause we gotta come up

Hoop dreaming.

Still searching for the meaning

Still scheming.

'Cause we gotta come up

Now get down

«Get, get, get down»

«Get, get, get down»

«Get, get, get down»

«Get, get, get down»

«Get, get, get down»

«Get, get, get down»

«Get, get, get down»

«Get, get, get down»