Blue Scholars

Blue Scholars - Morning Of America

rate me

On and on like the song goes

I wonder if we've took the wrong road

And it seems like so long ago

But you know where to go if you ever come home

I was born in the morning of America

Torn between mourning the lost and celebrating the dawn

Majored in Reganomics, hip hop and comics

Fist locked around dollars, fuck a stock market

Prince was chart hopping, purple rain falling

Writers getting up and down the Berlin Wall

Before the iron curtain call

And people powered one

Chilling up in military housing having fun

With the little we got, got Optimus for Christmas

Over time it paid principal and interest

Moms and Pops still I'll equipped as new immigrants

Navigating 1986 with three kids plus expecting one more

Far from the Huxtables

That's why I'm still comfortable while sleeping on the floor

Twenty three years gone, still 1984

Still fighting more undeclared wars

Caught 'em shipping arms to Iran for Nicaraguan contras

A cold war getting hotter

Now what's going on?

It's no more Marvin to sing us the song

I think something's gone wrong

On and on like the song goes

I wonder if we've took the wrong road

And it seems like so long ago

But you know where to go if you ever come home

Now nothing beats the sound of a Posmix cassette

Bumping in the system of your hooptie stock deck

Eight-bit systems and kung fu flicks

I rock like Herbie Hanckock with prosthetic limbs

Who killed Vincent Chin was it them was it us

Not giving enough of a fuck to stand up?

Not more than twelve months after Lenon got shot

Bob died same year Mumia got locked

The School of the Americas put heads to sleep

Like Ted DiBiase the million dollar dream

Jesus freaks all believe, believe on these streets

Will they please just leave us be?

Mix tapes with Fat Boys and Run DMC, Too Short, BDP and EMPD

Watched more Nickelodeon than MTV

Eventually every week it was Fab Five Freddy

Now everyone born 'bout '87 up got a VH1 version of the years we came up

But VH1 never played hip hop at all

How the fuck they be the ones giving hip hop awards y'all?

On and on like the song goes

I wonder if we've took the wrong road

And it seems like so long ago

But you know where to go if you ever come home

Reflections and questions and not enough answers

The rise of gang banging was the death of the Panthers

Short shorts, tube socks, city a boondocks

Everywhere somebody trying to moon walk

Rocksteady Crew, jams with Steve Pool

Sight beyond sigh

Yo I pulled roots like Super Mario 2

A bowl full of Cheerios

Looking back just say no was not enough

To sweep dust under carpet when the visitors came

Cities became, and temporary wealth manifested in chains

MJ became chosen, free Mandela was the slogan of the moment

To the mobile DJs with the pompador fades

Rocking Debbie Deb and Stevie P all day

When I hear music I can't wait to rock

New shoes nothing less than some fresh high tops and

Things happen for a reason they say

But I say there's a reason things happen

And it wasn't all good way back in the day

Struggled then struggled now still standing

Things happen for a reason they say

But I say there's a reason things happen

And it wasn't all good way back in the day

Struggled then struggled now still standing

Come on

On and on like the song goes

I wonder if we've took the wrong road

And it seems like so long ago

But you know where to go if you ever come home

Now on and on like the song goes

And I wonder if we've took the wrong road

And it seems like so long ago

But you know where to go if you ever come home

Come on

On and on like the song goes

And I wonder if we've took the wrong road

And it seems like so long ago

But you know where to go if you ever come home

On and on like the song goes

I wonder if we've took the wrong road

And it seems like so long ago

But you know where to go if you ever come home

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