K. Brown and Cervantes: Still thought you had it figured out…

Hook:
You think you got it figured out?
You think you got it figured out?
You think you got it figured out?

Bridge:

Magenta: When it goes down/ When it happens/ when things fall apart/ when bad things happen to “good good, ain’t-never-hurt-nobody” folk/ well it seems strange/ yeah it seems strange/ please don’t say that it’s God/ without thinking/ ‘bout the baby that was lost/ the teenager dead in the street/ the woman beat on/ pillaged and torn/ hunger for the child that never did nothing wrong/ wait a minute/ think about it/ retribution is easy logic/ ‘til it’s your kid/ your friend, your loss, your cross, your death, your mama, your drama/ preachers, teachers, and believers/ how quickly we become deceivers

Jolowmight: You think it’s that easy?/ a cosmic principle easily accessible/ the decibels of the underside/ are cries so eerie/ their weary/ my eyes are teary/ from this complaint/get it straight/ like Psalm 88/ with no Comforter/ no sheets/ no mattress/ no atlas/ no compass/ and this Sucka MC talking about it was me/ if you sick, then you sinned/ if you rich you must be blameless/ how shameless can this be?/ if you po’ then that’s on you/ and if you healthy then you spiritually wealthy/ but what happens when bad things happen to good people?/ when a four year old catches evil/ in a stranger’s home/ y’all gone tell me that that little boy was wrong?/ and where was God?/ absent, present, or silent?/ why was Jephthah’s daughter subject to an end so violent?/ but like Job’s friends y’all think you got it figured out…

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Cervantes: Don’t get me wrong/ there’s plenty good ‘bout this world/ but the Spirit won’t let me sit/ makes me spit/ junk is getting to the point/ that even I’ve considered puffin’ a joint/ but instead I give it to you raw/ uncooked/ undressed/ stripped down/ this frown is now a scowl/ seems an earthquake is more than the movement of tectonic plates/ Port au Prince was leveled, cuz of a pact with the devil?/ women get raped cuz their skirts are too short?/ that hurt she asked for?/ don’t deplore that folk were made slaves ‘cause they misbehaved/ and the graves of orphans come from the sins of the parents/ my larynx won’t close until I expose/ the justifying mechanisms of imperialism/ and the building of prisons/ “what goes around comes around”/ sometimes that’s true/ but sometimes bad folks don’t ever get to sing the blues/ meanwhile altruism can make you lose/ and receive ill-compensation/ I’m sayin’/ I choose to resist a plot so twisted and suspect/ cuz there are times when life is really complex/ and although I remain hope-filled/ sometimes I almost swallow the wrong pill/ that plugs me back into the Matrix/ we’ve gotta escape/ this ill-logic where effects are always causes/ but grandfather clauses keep me disenfranchised/ so it’s not cuz I got pride/ I will chide/ I will smash, obliterate, survive, transform, or rend this idol asunder/ it will no longer plunder/ I’mma bring the thunder/ flash the lightning/ cuz theologies, cosmologies, and ideologies/ yeah, they often come in threes/ thoughts of temporal retribution need correctin’/ it’s disrespecting to the victims/ and easy for victimizers/ this single narrative is consigned to unquenchable fire/ yeah it’s dire out here but it’s not hopeless/ now you Sucka MCs have to confess… yeah…

Cervantes and Rena P: You think you got it figured out?
How much have you ignored?
You think you got it figured out?
Here’s your hard-heartedness award, Sucka!
You think you got it figured out?
Just admit that you is scared.
You think you got it figured out?
‘Cause when it all goes down, we’re all unprepared…