RESURRECTION

The streets is callin’ us back/ back from the grave the depths from Hades to upper decks with music to manifest it’s the resurrection what you requested son Arrested Development develop what ancestors brung / rock it in Soweto to streets and meadows with petals like flowers that will settle and polinate the ghettos/ back with a righteous indignation a jazzy sensation that raids the radio station/ blastin’ with a ration of beats, rhymes and passion / like we did on the 1^st . . . the 2^nd / here comes the verse / you reckon it’s just me but uh uh it’s Eshe and Raza and Oje from the original days / walk down the block folks think it’s a revolution / posse so dark radar mistakes us as pollution / not any man can wipe out our race or kill our esteem / it’s the sin that dwells within that makes us praise the cream/ and lust and scheme/ sell weed and crack to fiends / while yellin’ a double standard that curses our very means of true freedom / you say you wanna know the deep things of truth by any means but do you wanna heed em / big ballin’ you don’t understand the we, the us, you only understand the I like an optometrist /  you about as unique as a franchise store / but we be the joint / so do you want more?

Arrested Development