We’ve updated our Terms of Use to reflect our new entity name and address. You can review the changes here.
We’ve updated our Terms of Use. You can review the changes here.
/
  • Streaming + Download

    Includes high-quality download in MP3, FLAC and more. Paying supporters also get unlimited streaming via the free Bandcamp app.
    Purchasable with gift card

      name your price

     

lyrics

When he rises in the early morning
Clears his yawning and feels the need to exercise
Has to get out and do something
If nothing, but running, with or without his guys

Before he hits the door, he hits the kitchen
He’s trippin because the food pickins are so poor
He eats sugary filled milk surrounding processed
Filth but needs fresh fruit surmounting his health

But, daddy’s still gone, momma still young
And grandma’s singing that same ‘ol song like something’s wrong
Yeah, they’re all around him, but when he does wrong
No one grounds him and when he strives, no one grounds him

He’s By himself reminded by his shelf
Filled with cookies and snacks that he has shotty health
He laces his kicks up, grabs his bag
Swallows the morning air and gags, it’s such a drag

Walks to school surpasses play grounds
That are shut down so he can’t even play now
We need that campaign played out
Cause kids need hope and change now

But it’s not just up to politicians or up to kids
It’s up to all of us to give kids a love to live
They want it; I see it in their eyes
They want it; but it is so hard to thrive

How hard can it be, dog, it’s that hard
When no one around you seems to be trying at all
Drama so close can’t even play in my back yard
In this game of life I always get these bad calls

But adults are like refs calling the shots
Let’s give kids what they need: a ball and a plot
Of land that’s clean with slides and swings
Police nearby so when hoodlums let shots ring

Justice gets served, land gets returned
To the peacemakers, kids who love to take turns
Let us take turns cleaning up
Playgrounds are in need of some tweaking, weeding up

Through the cracks the grass grows high
reach up, cut glass falls from the sky 
Idle hands only deprive,
enough we this, we that, its time that We Thrive.

credits

from "the little jazz mix​-​tape", released January 29, 2013

license

all rights reserved

tags

about

MC (Till) Cincinnati

contact / help

Contact MC (Till)

Streaming and
Download help

Redeem code

Report this track or account

If you like MC (Till), you may also like: