Danny! - Talk To You (Remix) lyrics

rate me

Yeah

You know I had to do a remix, right?

D. Swain, let's go

Hate crimes, rape, lies, feelings of hopelessness

Crack fiends on the corner looking for dope to get

Teenage mothers and the stress that they copin' with

Drunk babydaddys beatin' on 'em with open fists

And this the thanks that we supposed to get

I got a big can of worms, pardon me if I open it

But I gotta speak this before somebody else does

So bump this in your speakers from the lobbies to the health clubs

America, we owe you so much more

But our problems keep poppin' up like a doughnut store

We borrow money from our little brother just to stay high

But when we pass him on the street, we don't even say hi

America, if you had a face

You'd be shedding tears

And I'll bet that you'd be all cried out

Man I wish this was a game so I could call time-out

Or a foul or somethin'

Baby it's now or nothin'

I wanna talk to you

I wanna talk to you

I wanna talk to you

'Cause we disgrace you everyday while AIDS runs rampant

Activists for civil rights? Yeah, they parade on campus

But their campaigns are falling on deaf ears

And it's a damn shame racism is dead everywhere except here

One person uses drugs to escape the pain

Times that by a million and, what do you gain?

A million Americans are addicts, man I've had it

Up to here, maybe better luck next year

Yo it's about time we had this little heart-to-heart

'Cause other people wouldn't have the heart to start

To sit and speak to you like you was a real person

I'm talkin' to you like you was a real person

And as the mouthpiece

Of every single citizen without peace

Direction and leadership

I'ma spit it 'til your ears can't believe this shit

We got weapons of mass destruction, and we is it

I wanna talk to you

Man I'll be damned if I have other people choosin' my role

I swear this shit'll have you losing control

I'm just a baby boy, 21, brand new to the polls

But I'll be voting like I'm used to the rigamarole

Livin' in cold for so long, my hands have frostbite

But I'm happy that we're having this talk like

My thoughts might, start a revolution of sorts

I'd be glad to be a leader, let me carry a torch

To spark a generation of youth

I'm penetratin' the truth

With the words that I spit in the booth

And I ain't trying to give a sob story

But the truth is, America you've been robbed of glory

You've had it rough, bad luck

Name dragged in mud

And I've had enough

But if everybody's to blame, then who must pay?

Am I the only one that cares about the USA?

I wanna talk to you