Cold Rain

[Intro]Lets try something new
It's been a long time coming!
Let me try something brand new
Hey yo Ski!
What you ever do, man?
Come on!Yo, what we doing it for?[Talib Kweli - Verse 1]
This is for all the day-trippers and the hipsters
Whores and the fashionistas
Spiritual leaders practicing all the laws of attraction
The teachers who read the passages
From the back of a
G?That be bustin off
Dalai Lama's or flashing heatersthe last of the boosters
With the shooting, the thugging and all the booning and spooningand all the crooning, and cooning and auto-tuning, alive
You be tellin, peddlin' to consumers
I'm helping them to see through itget with this new movement,
Let's move it![Hook]
Feel the cold rain
Still I'm standing right here
Even the winter summer days[Talib Kweli - Verse 1]
Yeah I'm a product of
Reaganomics
From the blocks where he rocking a feds like
J Electronicadrop and make this a lockif he promises where the heart iswhether
Jesus or Mohammadregardless of where the
Mosque is (word)
They hope for the
Apocalypse like a self-fulfilling prophecy
Tell me when do we stop it?
Do they ask you your religion before you rent an apartment?
Is the answer burning
KoransSo that we can defend
Islamics?The end upon us with a hash tag, a trending topic
You take away the freedoms that we invite in the game
Then you disrespect the soldiers; you ask them to die in vein
In a desert praying for rain
The music's like a drug, and they tend to take it to vein
It ain't for the well-behaved
The soundtrack for when you're great but its more for when you've felt afraid
More than your average rapper
So you sort of felt the way
The brain is like a cage, you a slave, that's why they lovin' you
This is the book that
Eli that start with a
K-W.[Hook][Talib Kweli - Verse 2]
I do it for the trappers, other rappersthe
Backpackers, the crackersthe n-ggas, the metal-packersthe victims of ghetto factories
I do it for the families, citizens of humanity
Emcee's, endangered species like manatees
I do it for the future of my children!
They the hope for the hopeless
Karma approaches, we gon' be food for a flock of vultures
The end of the
WorldAin't nothing left but the cockroachesand the freedom fighters
We're freedom writers like
Bob Mosesthe chosen, freedom writers like ?
For my block, my borough, my hood, my city, my state, yeah
My obligation is to my community is so clear!yeah, we gotta save them, this opportunity so rare!
We do it so big over here that it's no bare
To the punks, bitches, the chumps, the snitches, the sneak in the game
We let them live with all they're weak and they're lame
The bozo's and joker's, promoting when they're speaking my name[Hook]