Escapism

Got to get away Got to get away from yourself - escapism Uh get away c'mon Uh Got to get away from your self Got to get out uh get out [verse1] Is the groove good to you Like when you lose your thing Forgetting grits is grocery And eggs is poultry Making a living against those making a killing Super black man got your back And is back in the building If the prison is that skin you in And your cell is sitting up inside your skull They say you can't get away From your damn self When your earth is heaven And your world be hell Check your head because Armageddon's at the foot of your bed You ain't heard a word I said Forget them slacks I'm that throwback that Threw that throwback Back on the racks To get my mind back Oh say can you see I get back its still black and white uh like an old TV In lying color brother Gots to getaway to the other side uh Talk about escapism Got to c'mon now Escapism Gotta get away Uh talk about ? Got to get out of myself baby There must be some kind of way up out of here [Verse 2: Flavor Flav and Chuck D] You see I never was too good off the top of my head Cause I want y'all to know exactly what I said This so-called war in Iraq, over a thousand dead That's 10 a week even as I speak Now 33% of black males in jail That's 55% of black students will fail They say 85% of black folks forgot We were slaves once up inside this box America got folks brains on lock Forget the connects, some wanna buy what's next Wear it like some sign up in that chest Y'all should know papa don't take no mess If you think your past is irrelevant Don't you know old soul pays the goddamn rent That messiah ain't never gonna come As long as you thinking freedom is free to being dumb (boyee) Chorus x 2 C'mon escapism Got to c'mon now Escapism Gotta get away Uh talk about ? Got to get out of myself There must be some kind of way up out of here [verse 3] [Flavor Flav] You say that Soul is back So flip them hits back [Chuck D] Damn the fashion I wanna know where's the passion Thinking we came a long way baby Saying poor Michael's psycho And Prince he's crazy But what has Bob Mick Sir Paul Done for you lately? [Flavor Flav] How they maintain on your brain Seems to escape me [Chuck D] Heard some ghetto cats Don't like metal rap [Flavor Flav] Hear it and fear it And they think its all wack [Chuck D] They don't even know [Flavor Flav] That the blues is black [Chuck D] And when i rap I go back to the roots Where I be at Not some 30 year old who don't know facts [Flavor Flav] Who's wild saying things like some juvenile [Flavor Flav & Chuck D] Remember 2 million black folks in the penile Got a world of white folks Thinking its style Think I'm hating cause you lack the information Cause we the FBI still got on file Escapism c'mon now Gotta get away Gotta get out of myself uh C'mon now