Brother (Watching) Lyrics

Song	Brother (Watching)
Artist	Shad
Album	Old Prince
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	作曲 : Koiter
	I try to hold some hope in my heart
	For these African youths
	Coming up where I'm from
	Many traps to elude
	Surrounded by
	Mostly white and affluent dudes
	And somehow, you expected to have
	Mastered this smooth
	Swagger and move
	With the right walk, the right talk
	Fashion and crews
	Souls subtly attacked and abused
	And what's funny's being black wasn't cool
	Where I'm from til suddenly
	You started hearing rap in the school
	Hallways
	Admist this madness I grew
	With knack for amusing through this little skill
	For rappin at dudes
	An' we all like to laugh at the truth
	But when you young and same facts
	Pertain to who you rappin em to
	Well, I opted not to bring
	That to the booth
	But after a while, it sort of starts naggin at you
	The crazed infatuation with blackness
	That trash that gets viewed
	And the fact that the tube only showed blacks
	Actin the fool and I was watching...
	(saturated with negative images and a limited range of
	Possibilities is strange...)
	And it's sad cause that naturally do
	Sort of condition your mind and over time
	That's what's attractive to you
	So young blacks don't see themselves in
	Scholastic pursuits
	Or the more practical routes
	It's makin tracks or it's hoops
	Or God-forbid movin packs for the loot
	Even with this music we so limited - it's rap or produce
	And that narrow conception of what's black isn't true
	Of course, still we feel forced to adapt to this view
	Like there's something that you're havin to prove
	Now add that to the slew
	Of justification the capitalists use
	For the new blaxploitation
	Many actions excused
	In the name of getting cash
	That's adversely impactin our youth
	With mental slavery, the shackles is loose
	And it's hard to cut chains when they attached at the roots
	So what the new black activists do
	For our freedom is just being them
	Do what you're passionate to
	Not confined by a sense that you have to disprove
	Any stereotypes, so-called facts to refute
	Or match any image of blackness
	They've established as true
	Perhaps we'll break thru the glass ceilings
	Shatter the roof and emerge
	From these boxes that they have us in cooped
	And grow to smash the bold that they casted of you
	I'll keep watching...

	zuo qu : Koiter
	I try to hold some hope in my heart
	For these African youths
	Coming up where I' m from
	Many traps to elude
	Surrounded by
	Mostly white and affluent dudes
	And somehow, you expected to have
	Mastered this smooth
	Swagger and move
	With the right walk, the right talk
	Fashion and crews
	Souls subtly attacked and abused
	And what' s funny' s being black wasn' t cool
	Where I' m from til suddenly
	You started hearing rap in the school
	Hallways
	Admist this madness I grew
	With knack for amusing through this little skill
	For rappin at dudes
	An' we all like to laugh at the truth
	But when you young and same facts
	Pertain to who you rappin em to
	Well, I opted not to bring
	That to the booth
	But after a while, it sort of starts naggin at you
	The crazed infatuation with blackness
	That trash that gets viewed
	And the fact that the tube only showed blacks
	Actin the fool and I was watching...
	saturated with negative images and a limited range of
	Possibilities is strange...
	And it' s sad cause that naturally do
	Sort of condition your mind and over time
	That' s what' s attractive to you
	So young blacks don' t see themselves in
	Scholastic pursuits
	Or the more practical routes
	It' s makin tracks or it' s hoops
	Or Godforbid movin packs for the loot
	Even with this music we so limited it' s rap or produce
	And that narrow conception of what' s black isn' t true
	Of course, still we feel forced to adapt to this view
	Like there' s something that you' re havin to prove
	Now add that to the slew
	Of justification the capitalists use
	For the new blaxploitation
	Many actions excused
	In the name of getting cash
	That' s adversely impactin our youth
	With mental slavery, the shackles is loose
	And it' s hard to cut chains when they attached at the roots
	So what the new black activists do
	For our freedom is just being them
	Do what you' re passionate to
	Not confined by a sense that you have to disprove
	Any stereotypes, socalled facts to refute
	Or match any image of blackness
	They' ve established as true
	Perhaps we' ll break thru the glass ceilings
	Shatter the roof and emerge
	From these boxes that they have us in cooped
	And grow to smash the bold that they casted of you
	I' ll keep watching...

	zuò qǔ : Koiter
	I try to hold some hope in my heart
	For these African youths
	Coming up where I' m from
	Many traps to elude
	Surrounded by
	Mostly white and affluent dudes
	And somehow, you expected to have
	Mastered this smooth
	Swagger and move
	With the right walk, the right talk
	Fashion and crews
	Souls subtly attacked and abused
	And what' s funny' s being black wasn' t cool
	Where I' m from til suddenly
	You started hearing rap in the school
	Hallways
	Admist this madness I grew
	With knack for amusing through this little skill
	For rappin at dudes
	An' we all like to laugh at the truth
	But when you young and same facts
	Pertain to who you rappin em to
	Well, I opted not to bring
	That to the booth
	But after a while, it sort of starts naggin at you
	The crazed infatuation with blackness
	That trash that gets viewed
	And the fact that the tube only showed blacks
	Actin the fool and I was watching...
	saturated with negative images and a limited range of
	Possibilities is strange...
	And it' s sad cause that naturally do
	Sort of condition your mind and over time
	That' s what' s attractive to you
	So young blacks don' t see themselves in
	Scholastic pursuits
	Or the more practical routes
	It' s makin tracks or it' s hoops
	Or Godforbid movin packs for the loot
	Even with this music we so limited it' s rap or produce
	And that narrow conception of what' s black isn' t true
	Of course, still we feel forced to adapt to this view
	Like there' s something that you' re havin to prove
	Now add that to the slew
	Of justification the capitalists use
	For the new blaxploitation
	Many actions excused
	In the name of getting cash
	That' s adversely impactin our youth
	With mental slavery, the shackles is loose
	And it' s hard to cut chains when they attached at the roots
	So what the new black activists do
	For our freedom is just being them
	Do what you' re passionate to
	Not confined by a sense that you have to disprove
	Any stereotypes, socalled facts to refute
	Or match any image of blackness
	They' ve established as true
	Perhaps we' ll break thru the glass ceilings
	Shatter the roof and emerge
	From these boxes that they have us in cooped
	And grow to smash the bold that they casted of you
	I' ll keep watching...

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