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This is a song from a band I am friends with. IZM is like afro rock/ funkpunk / soul. They are black, beautiful, and VERY talented. I promise you will hear about them one day.
I can't hook you up with a link to the music yet but here are the lyrics to their song "truth."
This song is almost rap-like, but Bishop is singing it very quickly with a soulful voice, that would make Simon Cowell cream his trousers.
This song is difiniately funk with one great guitar solo, maybe someone like Jamiroqui would be a good comparison.
Lyrics to "truth" by IZM
we got politicians steady lyin' to the masses and they buy in to the rhetoric said they placin' lies in your head
u got videos on tv for little girls to see full of buck naked hoes shakin' ass and titties
u got movies fill with violence people dyin' left and right little boys go back to school next day and start a fight
u got people ridin' twenties, with others in the hood people doin' good to keep they lights on cause their job pays shit
u got a whole lot of poverty economic disparity u got people robbin' for rocks and malt liquor is charity
we got a racialized system, sterotyped out the ass we got people goin'by the ignorance that's been rambled in past
The sheep that are hearded by their own mighty shepard makin' dollars off the flock, it's like god who is robbin' us.
Economic system in the state we're in making friends your enemy and money your friend and I'm afraid
Chorus rise up, rise up, rise up that's the sad state of affairs rise up, rise up, rise up if you believe in god then say a prayer rise up, rise up, rise up cause the whole wide world is going to hell rise up, rise up, rise up it's goin' to hell rise up it's goin' to hell
oooh oooh oooh (cool Santana like lead guitar solo)
We got brothers calling brothers niggers and we tryin' to figure why we're living like slaves even though that was yesterday
we got babies mama's mamas takin' care of the younguns hangin' on to the grown still living at home
we got people lined up at the liquor store at 10 first in line to buy a broken man's best friend we got green being sold in dime bags a doz heroin's a kiss and crack is a hug
but don't get me wrong got no problem with weed got no problem with sex if that's what you need but to see this country where there's non-stop suffering and my race, it seems, always gets the brunt of it
but as far as I can see your eyes need to IZM it to the realities of the hurtin' children and I know you may not be used to hearin' truth but if you don't open you eyes you a damn fool
repeat chorus
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