My community... it's what I live for.

"Community" by Mountain Brothers

(girl singing)
(scratch: My community... it's what I live for)


Chops:

Yo, that wrong about your Moms I was hoping/
see the way we heard they say she had deserved that promotion.
no openin' for 'yellow slopes' in an upper management/
'The Man' had said she wasn't 'man enough to handle it,' damn/
but what about that company she was gonna be runnin'?
we could start it up again with all the friends lending a hand/
it's just a vegetable stand, but it's an honest living/
and given some time it'll expand...

Styles Infinite:

Dear aunt you're working nine to nine, ya fingers to the bone/
you have to hide behind a Singer 'fore the time the sun shows.
my mom and sis knows no solution is Absolut for you
a dozen buttons ain't nothing when you're buzzin'must be tough fo'/
my cousins, if you wanted should have asked us
but then you'd just sew yourself a shroud so debutantes can go strapless
get the matchbooks, let's play arson in this bit
I'll get your boss for this, entitled to your 3 swift, the cost of effort...

Peril-L:

Ever since day one, never once did you stray son from the path
under the wrath/ you smile and say it's fun to come to math class
and laugh past with straight A's /
while your scrawl'n fly drawings on your desk ignore the teacher's call'n
not falling behind, but your minds not in biology
hollowly words ring, so ask yourself, "Why follow/
the old examples, because this road's been trampled by ample feet,
so only a damn fool would do such."

Hook:

(girl singing)
(scratch: My community... it's what I live for)

Chops:

"You know I gotta break some bones if you don't cooperate there, homes"/
all in his face and take'n him to the station
Told the po-po no affiliation, still he's take'n photos/
"What I'd do?"
"It's just the guys like you, we need you for this routine procedure."/
but what a shame... what's a picture without a frame?
"You all look the same to us, kid,
it's about time somebody took the blame for these crimes and got busted."
what this? Blind justice...

Peril-L:

As your best friend, yo peep it I've been meaning to mention/
your Ms. Right likes just white men and European descension
me and my henchmen call her "banana pick"/
saw her hold hands with Mitch, that dude Chet, Aaron and a rich clown named Timmy
matter of fact, might as well stick down your jimmy
I know it's no fair, you're getting nowhere around that slimmy
she's a stranger to herself, but maybe we can change her/
the way I see it's quite foul, right now she's in danger

Styles Infinite:

Listen here, Miss Vincent 'keep your' Chin lifted/
I know your mister's lynching got you in an irrate state now face it
makes an Asian wanna go uptown, and all buckdowns and break sh!t /
take it in our own hands.
but you know, 'sides those two ghosts, the man you hate ought be the magistrate/
a fine, but no time, means open hunting season on Asians
permits goin' at 3 g's a piece, plus probation
but wait, if it were the reverse,
he'd have earned himself an injection.

Hook:

(girl singing)
(scratch: My community... it's what I live for)

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posted by G at 6:41 PM   |

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1. The act or an instance of inscribing.
2. Something, such as the wording on a coin, medal, monument, or seal, that is inscribed.
3. A short, signed message in a book or on a photograph given as a gift.
4. The usually informal dedication of an artistic work.
5. Jeremiah 31:33