Wynton Marsalis - Where Y'All At lyrics

rate me

You got to speak the language the people

Are speakin'

Specially when you see the havoc it's wreakin'

Even the rap game started out critiquin'

Now it's all about killing and freakin'

All you '60s radicals and world beaters

Righteous revolutionaries and Camus readers

Liberal students and equal rights pleaders

What's goin' on now that y'all are the leaders

Where y'all at? (That's what I'm talkin' about)

Where y'all at? (Where y'all at?)

Where y'all at?

Where y'all at? (Lord have mercy)

Don't turn up your nose

It's us that's stinkin'

And it all can't be blamed on the party

Of Lincoln

The left and the right got the country sinkin'

Knocked the scales from Justice hand and

Set her eyes a-blinkin'

All you patriots, compatriots, and true

Blue believers

Brilliant thinkers and overachievers

All you "when I was young

We were so naïve'ers

Y'all started like Eldridge and now

You're like Beaver

Where y'all at?

Where y'all at?

Where y'all at?

Where y'all at?

We supposed to symbolize freedom and pride

But we got scared after King and the

Kennedys died

We take corruption and graft in stride

Sittin' around like owls talkin' 'bout "WHO?

Who lied?"

All you po' folks victims of rich folks game

All you rich folks gettin' ripped off in the

Same name

All you gossips cacklin' "It's a dirty shame"

And whistle blowers cryin' 'bout who's to blame

Where y'all at?

Where y'all at?

Where y'all at?

Where y'all at?

Well, it ain't about black and it ain't about

The white

They'll get together to make your pocket light.

When you just keep on payin' do your jaws

Get tight?

Taxes, that's your real inalienable right

All you afro-wearers and barbershop experts

Cultists, sectarians, political disconcerts

Big baggy pants wearers with the long

White T-shirts

The good man that counter what the

Bad man asserts

Where y'all at?

Where y'all at?

Where y'all at?

Where y'all at?

After 9/11 the whole world

Was ready to love us

Now everybody can't wait to rub us

We runnin' all over the world with a blunderbuss

And the Constitution all but forgot in the fuss

All you feminists and mothers, fathers

And brothers

I guess you'd pimp your daughters if you

Had your druthers

All you "It's not me" it's always others

You watch the crimes, you close your shutters

Folks watchin' Fox and CNN News

Seekin' a cure for the Red, White, and Blues

Well, it won't matter which side you choose

If we end up payin' international dues

All you "In my day it used to be" frauds

All you "So what"s and "Leave it to the Lawd"s

All you "I'll just deal with whatever cards"

All you extend adolescent American Bards

Where y'all at?

Where y'all at?

Where y'all at?

Where y'all at?<br />

<br />

Thanks to razvan