Letra de 'Give Thanks' de Us3

I'm just a liberation scribe writing these bars of freedom
The god's got kids and uncle g'wan help feed 'em
My words free the mind whether you hear 'em or read 'em
The duty of a civilised man is to teach 'em
Wave your guns at the system and unify the prisons
I save a ghetto child from getting drawn out at Princeton
Still a million man march even though some are limping
Like Kunta caught up in big pimping and linen
Karma sutra, I sooth ya
Nah I ain't bitchin'
I armoured through ya, moved ya and seized your kitchen
Was my steez with ease to blitzkrieg the women
Now my hymns hem her heart's stitching
See I'm reppin for my fam that's the joy of living
See I reps for my fam that's the joy of living
I see you reppin for your fam and that's the joy of living
Was thanks taking, there was no thanksgiving

I keep my eyes on the sparrow
Americas always gotta full barrel of stress
So strap on your vest
Since the manger avoid the one left in the chamber
Divide and rule kills the knowledge of self
Now this remainder remains to be the last born
The first scorned
The one you made the scapegoat
The god building like Joseph
In technicolour peep my dreamcoat
Y'all keep it real
I'm a keep the real estate on the block
I don't fiend for the cream
I fiend for the gold it's backed by
Y'all use the physical two
All seeing third eye
Pierces holes through your spleen
Scores goals on your team
Choke, holes on your neck
Bill, fold all your cream
Blaow!, holes through your dreams
Unbalanced is the beam
The sun rises in the east in Bruknaam
I come clean
I see you reppin for your fam that's the joy of living
Was thanks taking, there was no thanks giving

I be wise as a serpent, peaceful as a dove
Flow be perfection, the attribute's love
From Brixton to Brooklyn, topsoil, I recoil to Medina
Ascend thrones in brownstone
Blaze pastures, mines greener
In backwoods trees get nestles
With the beast within I wrestle, for anointed be this vessel
To rebuke the devil
No progress without the struggle got to hustle before you
bubble
God's words (are) no hustle though
See brother Bains, like Malcolm, think long range
Sincere
My life's dedicated to change
Locked up in the belly (of) America's gut
If I'm sleeping with the enemy, my eyes wide shut
You see I reps for my fam for the joy of living
You see I'm reppin' for my fam, that's the joy of living
I see you reppin for your fam and that's the joy of living
Was thanks taking, there was no thanksgiving