(Intro)
This is called being high as shit, for hours
That’s the name of this song, ni**a
High as Shit for Hours
Here we go, yeah

(Verse 1)
American hypocrisy, oh, let me count the ways
They came here seeking freedom
And they end up owning slaves
Justified it using what Christianity would say
Religion don’t mean shit, there’s too much ego in the way
That’s why ISIS is a crisis
But in reality this country do the same shit
Take a life and call it righteous
Remember when Bin Laden got killed, supposedly?
In a hotel lobby after a show, was noticing
These white ladies watching CNN, covering the action
They read the headline and then they all started clapping
As if Le-Bron had just scored a basket at the buzzer
I stood there for a second, watched them high five each other
For real? I thought this was Thou shalt not kill
But police still letting off on ni**as in the Ville
Claiming that he reached for a gun
They really think we dumb and got a death wish
Now somebody’s son is laying breathless
When I was a little boy my father lived in Texas
Pulled up in Toyota, drove that bi**h like it was Lexus
Put my bag in his trunk and headed off for Dallas
Out their for the summer, feeling just like I was Alice
Lost in the Wonderland where ni**as still suffering
Just like they was back home, and that’s wrong
So now it’s f**k the government!
They see my ni**as struggling
And they don’t give a f**k at all, and that’s wrong, yeah

(Chorus)
The type of shit that make you wanna
The type of shit that make you wanna let go
The type of shit that make you wanna
The type of shit that make you wanna let go

(Verse 2)
I had a convo with the President, I paid to go and see him
Thinking about the things I said I’d say when I would see him
Feeling nervous, sitting in a room full of white folks
Thinking about the black man plight, think I might choke
Nope, raised my hand and asked a man a question
Does he see the struggle of his brothers in oppression?
And if so, if you got all the power in the clout
As the President, what’s keeping you from helping ni**as out?
Well, I didn’t say ni**a, but you catch my drift
He looked me in my eyes and spoke and he was rather swift
He broke the issues down and showed me he was well aware
I got the vibe he was sincere and that the brother cared
But dawg, you in the chair, what’s the hold up?
He said there’s things that I wanna fix
But you know this s**t, ni**a politics
Don’t stop fighting and don’t stop believing
You can make the world better for your kids before you leave it

(Refrain 1)
Change is slow, always has been, always will be
But f**k that! I’ma bust back til they kill me
Change is slow, always has been, always will be
But f**k that! I’ma bust back until they kill me feel me?

(Chorus)
The type of s**t that make you wanna, Aight, third verse
The type of s**t that make you wanna let go
The type of s**t that make you wanna
The type of s**t that make you wanna let go

(Verse 3)
Here’s a thought for my revolutionary heart
Take a deeper look at history, it’s there to pick apart
See, the people at the top, they get to do just what they want
Til after a while the people at the bottom finally get smart
Then they start to holla Revolution!
Tired of living here, destitution
F**k that looting! Can you tell me what’s the best solution?
I used to think it was to overthrow oppressors, see
If we destroy the system, that means we’ll have less of greed
But see, it’s not that simple
I got to thinking about the history of human nature
While this instrumental played
Then I realized something that made
Me wonder if revolution was really ever the way
Before you trip and throw a fit over these words I say
Think about this s**t for second, you heard the way
The children in abusive households grow up knocking girlfriends out cold that’s called a cycle
Abused becomes the abuser, and that’s just how life go
So understand
Look at the power, but you know what power does to man?
Corruption always leads us to the same shit again
So when you talk about revolution
Dawg, I hear just what you saying

(Refrain 2)
What good is taking over
When we know what you gong do?
The only real revolution happens right inside of you
I said, what good is taking over
When we know what you gong do?
The only real revolution happens right inside of you, ni**a

(Chorus)
The type of s**t that make you wanna, High for hours, ni**a
The type of s**t that make you wanna let go Volume one
The type of s**t that make you wanna
The type of s**t that make you wanna let go