Mr. J. Medeiros The Balance (feat. Tara Ellis)
There must have been about a thousand pounds
Drowning in the flood
The sound of trusted men are counting down the hour Frowns the sun
Around the pounding of the blades
Be it a bomb or promenade see it the momas wana save
Then drop upon us on the shades
The fear of honesty a tear for harmony
Alarming me a Honda beeps the lottery
I’m joking like they on to me
Broken windows say I'm starving
But the bars say don’t bother
And I’m hollering this words reciting Sara Conner
With the calling of the birds on bikes Americana’s
Feeding night its marijuana they light it on the corner
With a sidekick and a quarter
For the phone and further orders
Could have grown before it caught up
In the home were he was brought up
Shot till he dropped dormant
Then his property got bought up
Yo there’s metal in the streets
For every body they reported
Heard the devil in their sleep
Say they were properly deported
See the world won't change
If the people don’t move
No we can’t hide our faces
You know we got a life to use
And they saying that it just can't happen
But they lack the heart to see
Oh we putting words to action
Oh it all starts with me
Waiting for somebody to lead you
Well stand up on your own two feet
And no I don’t need no body
To remind me that I’m free
And now my neighbor’s free basting
On the stairs where we live
Should I wait for these Freemasons
To take care of these kids
I hear their conversation they the center of a nation
Replacing renters with owners is known as gentrification
Thee incentive is only for lenders their vindication
Got more members for bartenders
Then mentors in education
While the vendors selling they own clothes
Couldn’t tell if it was self- imposed
To spot a victim without a pot to piss in
Or without the thought to get one
It’s hard knocks living when the parking lots a sit-com
And you carve a box to sit on
On a block where rocks are given
On a block where cops are hidden
On the chopping block of sinning
Stop the clock for a minute, I breath
And drop my mop as a tenant, I leave
The discoverer inquisitor to humble the path
I’m just another visitor on Columbia Ave
See the world won't change
If the people don’t move
No we can’t hide our faces
You know we got a life to use
And they saying that it just can't happen
But they lack the heart to see
Oh we putting words to action
Oh it all starts with me
Waiting for somebody to lead you
Well stand up on your own two feet
And no I don’t need no body
To remind me that I’m free
