They want something real? For real? This is a copy of #RETROFUTURE EP, unopened in DigiPak. If you would like an autographed version, it won't be shrink-wrapped for obvious reasons. The physical CD has 3 bonus tracks.
These are the first prints. There are only 100 of them. If the supply is depleted before August 18th, I will order a second print with different cover art (2nd editions). The album will be available for full download on iTunes and Amazon August 18th.
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about
What if 2Chainz had been an active member of the civil rights movement in 1965? An unusual combination of trap and truth to give you something really different and pro-black.
lyrics
Colors, colors…. Colors! Before this drug shit, we lived and died by our colors
Colors, colors…. Colors! Before this gang shit, we lived and died by our colors
Fresh after serving in wartime, America more like Apartheid
No welcome home for the veterans, the superheroes with a dark side
I work on my aim till I’m sick with it, talks over peace are fictitious
Zimmerman got a not guilty, so I’m up and down 436 with it
Now maybe you people ain’t listening, justice just never existed
Or maybe my life has no meaning, cause really you just don’t give a shit
The sideways remarks of aggression, maybe that’ll teach them a lesson
Community leaders they reneged, and then side with our oppressors
Now how’s that for an impression? Please just turn the other cheek
And you’ll live to beg another week, bitch I’m glad I brought this protection
Cause when this powder keg pops off, confetti will not be the action
They always put bullets in kings….. but never hit Jesse Jackson
Hook
Gotta dig deep, really not plenty of fish when you in shits creek
And you better not get leak, they said they build a bridge to the other side
Was like fuck em cause the cliff steep, then jumped the guns with a big leap
When you have a dream, they tend to kill sheep
Which is a shame cause half of my people aren’t dreaming, but they still sleep
Would you please come out from amongst them?
Ain’t it hard that we don’t have a culture?
Niggas don’t got nothing in common….. don’t step to me like I’m conquered
We kill our own cause of hatred, which you can place back in the 80s
You can put all that thanks onto Reagan, cause crack was the forefront of bangin
And when white folks shoot some kid and it makes the news, he wasn’t a gangsta
Or you’d be dead and we’d be saying (saying) damn that kid was a gangsta
Before the bloods, before the crips, it was all of not, we ain’t call the cops
Because they wouldn’t help, we policed ourselves and called the shots
And lift the fist for our colors
Hook
credits
from #Retrofuture EP,
released August 18, 2015
Written by B. Washington
Produced by B. Washington
Additonal Production by A. Hart
