Where Do We Go - Talib Kweli, Res

Where do we go?

What do we say?

What do we do?

Nowhere to turn, nowhere to run and there’s nothin new

Where do we go for inspiration?

It’s like pain is our only inspiration

Yea, I see a place where little boys and girls

Are shells in the oceans not knowin they a pearl

No one to hold 'em while they growin

They livin' moment to moment without a care in the whole world

Now, if I could help it I tell it just like it is And I may say some things that you don’t like to hear

I know this: that people lie, people kneel

People die, people heal, people steal, and people shed tears

What’s real, blood spills, gun kill, the sun still — rise

Above me, trust me, it must be, morning — time

Wake up, the stakes up Everybody want the cake up, to break up with the crew

But when the karma come back for what you do It’s too late to make up — some excuse

I come from people who stronger than time and space

Wherever there’s competition you gonna find the race

I find a place in my heart for this hip-hop

And pump blood through my vein my skin get hot

I take you very serious and make you write more

If I don’t celebrate I got nothing to fight for

I’m tight raw, excite y’all like nightfall

I’m tight y’all, I walk the street like y’all

About action, talk is cheap, right y’all?

You start yappin' think about the beef you might cause

The trouble you could get into

You don’t study, you not prepared and cats is testin you

What you gonna do when you gotta face

The manifestation of the words that you put in space

They already there you cant take 'em out

The studio gangsta inside you tryin' to break out

Yea, I see a place where little boys and girls

Are shells in the oceans not knowin they a pearl

No one to hold 'em while they growin

They livin' moment to moment without a care in the whole world

Now, if I could help it I tell it just like it is And I may say some things that you don’t like to hear

I know this: that people lie, people kneel

People die, people heal, people steal, and people shed tears

What’s real, blood spills, gun kill, the sun still — rise

Above me, trust me, it must be, morning — time

Wake up, the stakes up Everybody want the cake up, to break up with the crew

But when the karma come back for what you do It’s too late to make up — some excuse