Bayani

Yeah
Now uh
Turn off your radio
Turn up your stereo
Northwest rock rock on whats the scenario
Four years ago two students skipping class went and
crafted an album
Some called it a classic but
We've grown past it was good while it lasted
Now its time to put the education into practice
Beats rhymes rice be the breakfast of champions
We hold the whole town down together with the plan to
Hold the mic with compassion
Like Yuri did Malcolm
Travel down the coast since we dropped the last album
That plus one is how long we've been war torn
It's the return of the hard knock and the hardcore
From hard rock to hip hop the migration of flocks who
Once mocked what we ride for
It's side war, from side walks to billboards and stores
Telling all poor people that the world is yours
But this money is ours you can get a little back you
Start putting in hours you can widen the gap
But you can see it in the towers standing next to the
Squatters who be wandering the city in search of a job
offer
The first generation in the U.S. of A to get paid less
wage than the ones who came
Before the wicked waged war in a desert terrain
24 short bars couldn't measure the pain
So now i, greet the neighbor daily he's on his porch
smoking
Overhead thunderclouds moving slow motion
Came across an ocean in hope of some better days
Expatriated citizens of third world decay
Where children translate for their parents sake
In a landscape where the working class, can't escape
These languages twisted, tongues get unraveled
Can't understand each other in this modern day babel
Now we trying to get a piece of what the city broke
down
Barely claiming families but quick to claim the town
Recognize it's serious but ain't afraid to clown
Trained for confrontation there's no other way around
These sacred ground desecrators
They try to decimate us
They hit the ballot like the mayor's gonna save us
And it pains me to say this but pain is what made this
It's gonna take more than just rain to change this