The Space Program

Album: We Got It from Here... Thank You 4 Your Service (2016)
  • It's time to go left and not right
    Gotta get it together forever
    Gotta get it together for brothers
    Gotta get it together for sisters
    For mothers and fathers and dead niggas
    For non-conformers, won't hear the quitters
    For Tyson types and Che figures
    Let's get it together, come on, let's make it
    Gotta make it to make it to make it to make it
    To make something happen, to make something happen
    To make something happen, let's make something happen

    Word to Phife, we're gonna bring it to the overlord
    Drinkin' Cisco chilling with the gold microphone cords
    And we grip our balls every time we stuntin' on tour
    'Cause we never bore, respond to the ready crowd's roar
    And promoters try to hit us with the art of war
    We about our business, we not quitters, not bullshitters, we deliver
    We go get it, don't be bitter 'cause we not just niggas

    Jarobi my fiber wove into different cloth
    Ain't nothing forbidden this nigga get his written off
    Hardest spit in the city y'all niggas spitting kitten soft
    Confused and amazed shook up with your brain missing lost, they planning for our future
    None of our people involved
    Pouring Henny and Smirnoff to get it cracking off
    Cracking off a Smirnoff to quickly turn to Molotov
    Molotov the spaceship doors before that bitch is taking off
    It always seems the poorest persons are people forsaken, dawg
    No Washingtons, Jeffersons, Jacksons on the captain's log
    They'd rather lead us to the grayest water poison, deadly smog
    Mass un-blackening, it's happening, you feel it y'all?
    Rather see we in a three-by-three structure with many bars
    Leave us where we are so they can play among the stars
    They taking off to Mars, got the space vessels overflowing
    What, you think they want us there? All us niggas not going

    Reputation ain't glowing, reparations ain't flowing
    If you find yourself stuck in a creek, you better start rowing
    Used to see the TV screen as the place I'd land my dream in
    And the car stereo where they would promote the show
    Optimistic little brother with a hope you know

    There ain't a space program for niggas
    Yeah, you stuck here, nigga
    There ain't a space program for niggas
    Yeah, you stuck here nigga
    There ain't a space program for niggas
    Yeah, you stuck here, nigga
    There ain't a space program for niggas
    Yeah, you stuck, stuck, stuck

    Sit and wonder sometimes, I read the paper every day
    All these happenings is circular, just happen different ways
    And the president's refined, in her wings she's confined
    With about thirty Percocets and five bottles of wine
    Caroline ain't nothing finer than a Black woman who climbs
    To the top of the State building claiming that the flag is mine
    Now, people on top of people, feels like we can't breathe
    Put so much in this muthafucka, feel like we shouldn't leave
    Put it on TV, put it in movies, put it in our face
    These notions and ideas and citizens live in space
    I chuckle just like all of y'all, absurdity, after all
    Takes money to get it running and money for trees to fall
    Imagine for a second all the people are colored, please
    Imagine for a second all the people in poverty
    No matter the skin tone, culture or time zone
    Think the ones who got it would even think to throw you a bone?
    Moved you out your neighbourhood, did they find you a home?
    Nah cypher, probably no place to
    Imagine if this shit was really talkin' about space, dude
    Imagine if this shit was really talkin' about space, dude
    Imagine if this shit was really talkin' about space, dude

    Tryna go left and not right
    Gotta get it together forever
    Gotta get it together for brothers
    Gotta get it together for sisters
    For mothers and fathers and dead niggas
    For non-conformers, won't hear the quitters
    For Tyson types and Che figures
    Let's make somethin' happen, let's make somethin' happen
    Let's make somethin' happen, let's make somethin' happen
    Gotta get it together for brothers
    Gotta get it together for sisters
    For mothers and fathers and dead niggas
    For non-conformers, won't hear the quitters
    For Tyson types and Che figures
    Make, make, make
    Let's make somethin' happen, let's make somethin' happen
    Let's make somethin' happen, let's make somethin' happen
    Gotta get it together forever
    Gotta get it together for brothers
    Gotta get it together for sisters
    For mothers and fathers and dead niggas
    For non-conformers, won't hear the quitters
    For Tyson types and Che figures
    Let's make somethin' happen, let's make somethin' happen
    Gotta get it together for brothers
    Gotta get it together for sisters
    For mothers and fathers and dead niggas
    For non-conformers, won't hear the quitters
    For Tyson types and Che figures
    Make, make, make
    Let's make somethin' happen, let's make somethin' happen
    Let's make somethin' happen, let's make somethin' happen
    Gotta get it together forever
    Gotta get it together for brothers
    Gotta get it together for sisters
    For mothers and fathers and dead niggas
    For non-conformers, won't hear the quitters
    For Tyson types and Che figures
    Let's make somethin' happen, let's make somethin' happen
    Gotta get it together for brothers
    Gotta get it together for sisters
    For mothers and fathers and dead niggas
    For non-conformers, won't hear the quitters
    For Tyson types and Che figures
    Make, make, make
    Let's make somethin' happen, let's make somethin' happen
    Let's make somethin' happen, let's make somethin' happen Writer/s: Kamaal Ibn John Fareed, Jarobi White, Malik Izaak Taylor
    Publisher: Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
    Lyrics licensed and provided by LyricFind

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