Collage by Kyle Alston Lyrics
Thinkin' 'bout this crazy music
That we're being fed
It's a shame much of it had life
Now much of it is dead
Think with your head
But use your heart to see
Do you even know what it's like to even be me?
Black man in America
Look for the hysteria
Here, you'd think a black man
Making it is worse than malaria
Why are they are so scared of us?
They act like it's wrong to be paired with us.
It's not like we're always scary men
Foolish folks I pity 'em
I try to get lazy people to stand
But they'd rather be sittin' in
Go ahead look around
See what's really goin' down
Money is not what makes the
Globe spin round 'n' round
God's hands are in control
I just thought you should know
Before you go wastin' life
Blowin' dro
Keep it far from me
So I can see it through a telescope
Make a collage
Look at it through a scope of hope
Make another one
Look at it through a kaleidoscope
Time to grow from milk to meat
Man it's crazy in these streets
You gon' need God's Word daily
To make it in these streets
Man it's not easy street
But I know Peachtree
Please tell me,
Why are kids getting shot
By police?
We messed up by the tasers
Just gimme a light saber
And the black on black suite
Like I'm Darth Vader
Aim at you with the lazers
Actions can hurt
But words can cut
Like some razors
Trying to earn up?
Take the stairs, not the elevator
Trying to get high?
Let God elevate ya
Looking out for friends of me
Watchin out for those who have
Psychopathic tendencies
I see as far as eyes can see
Just please let me breathe
As we deal poorly
With all these freaks and geeks
Me? I live modestly
Pleasing God can't you see?
I can bomb so easily
Let me rise. Let me be free.
Yeah, free
God's great hands are in control
I just thought you should know
Before you go wastin' life
Blowin' dro
Keep it far from me
So I can see it through a telescope
Make a collage
Look at it through a scope of hope
Make another one
Look at it through a kaleidoscope
That we're being fed
It's a shame much of it had life
Now much of it is dead
Think with your head
But use your heart to see
Do you even know what it's like to even be me?
Black man in America
Look for the hysteria
Here, you'd think a black man
Making it is worse than malaria
Why are they are so scared of us?
They act like it's wrong to be paired with us.
It's not like we're always scary men
Foolish folks I pity 'em
I try to get lazy people to stand
But they'd rather be sittin' in
Go ahead look around
See what's really goin' down
Money is not what makes the
Globe spin round 'n' round
God's hands are in control
I just thought you should know
Before you go wastin' life
Blowin' dro
Keep it far from me
So I can see it through a telescope
Make a collage
Look at it through a scope of hope
Make another one
Look at it through a kaleidoscope
Time to grow from milk to meat
Man it's crazy in these streets
You gon' need God's Word daily
To make it in these streets
Man it's not easy street
But I know Peachtree
Please tell me,
Why are kids getting shot
By police?
We messed up by the tasers
Just gimme a light saber
And the black on black suite
Like I'm Darth Vader
Aim at you with the lazers
Actions can hurt
But words can cut
Like some razors
Trying to earn up?
Take the stairs, not the elevator
Trying to get high?
Let God elevate ya
Looking out for friends of me
Watchin out for those who have
Psychopathic tendencies
I see as far as eyes can see
Just please let me breathe
As we deal poorly
With all these freaks and geeks
Me? I live modestly
Pleasing God can't you see?
I can bomb so easily
Let me rise. Let me be free.
Yeah, free
God's great hands are in control
I just thought you should know
Before you go wastin' life
Blowin' dro
Keep it far from me
So I can see it through a telescope
Make a collage
Look at it through a scope of hope
Make another one
Look at it through a kaleidoscope