Artist: Talib Kweli f/ Jay Electronica, Yummy Bingham Album: Radio Silence Song: All of Us Typed by: Cedmaster3K [Intro: Assata Shakur] + (crowd) (We must love and support each other!) We have nothing to lose but our chains (we have nothing to lose but our chains!) Now you say that shit so loud them motherfuckers outside hear you It is our DUTY to fight for our freedom! (it is our duty to fight for our freedom!) It is our duty to win (it is our duty to win!) We must love and support each other (we must love and support each other!) We have nothing to lose (we have nothing to lose!) We have nothing to lose (we have nothing to lose!) We have NOTHING to LOSE! (we have nothing to lose!) But our chains (but our chains!) [Talib Kweli + Yummy Bingham] We send this one out to [Chorus: Talib Kweli] + (Yummy Bingham) To the mothers (they neglected) to the fathers (they rejected) To the sisters (disrespected) to the brothers (unprotected) All of us (all of us) all of us (all of us) {all of us} We send this one out to (we send this one out to) To the mothers (they deceited) to the fathers (they mistreated) To the sisters (they misleaded) to the brothers (that get beated) All of us (all of us) all of us (all of us) {all of us} (This is happening to all of us) [Talib Kweli] Yeah, if our struggle is a strain then the strain is dominant My name is prominent for entertainment that's laced with consciousness But really it's just +Common Sense+ like Lonnie Lynn You don't need binoculars to see the light comin' through the dome like it's an oculus The common myth that we're savages with no history or accomplishments Or knowledge of ourselves, they did a job on us Considerin' the prediction of economists, machines will do our jobs for us The future for the working class is ominous They got us indoctrinated through a bitch's brew, a religion mixed in with abuse Emotional we sit in pews, it's physical, we get the noose and hang ourselves refusin' to name ourselves, refuse to change ourselves When I talk about our past, it doesn't ring a bell They make you hate yourself, it take effort so check the method They'll take you from your family, your kids will never respect ya Attach your sins, to the black of skin, we get the message We start actin' if we crackin' the whip better than the oppressor, yessir Every problem can't be solved at the ballot box We unifyin' Africa like Gaddafi, that's what got Malcolm shot They out to stop, anybody with knowledge that figured out the plot On the balcony like Martin Luther King, I been to the mountaintop The blue wall of silence, it's really the blue wall of violence The good cops who retire and get fired They screamin' black on black as an excuse for you to not care 'Til the cops roll up in their SWAT gear [Jay Electronica] I tarried through the turbulent month of Ramadan sweatin' all through the night just like the Holy Prophet Then reappeared on the stage in BK with the Ummah Shoulder to shoulder with J. Cole and Kweli Just before Jehovah the God crowned me the king with his goldie locket Alhamdulillah, we've come really far, ain't it? The Little Engine Who Could could power any car, can't it? The mothers in Chiraq say the murders gettin' burdensome The cries of the despised was heard flyin' out of Ferguson The last days and times The Holy Quran and Bible, we on the last page and line, the verse with all the babies dyin' Outside of the matrix, inside of the spaceship but the savior's blind, or so it seems Years after Noah was told he would row upstream The heavens bursted and the rains came Retaliation for the sons of the fathers who worked the chain gangs I hit that Shmoney Dance on the coffin of a crooked cop In a Worldstar society where all we do is look and watch No intervention Policemen beatin' elderly women with evil intentions on the highways and the byways The police state be sprayed into the backstreet into the driveways Officer Friendly's an enemy now, lookin' at me sideways Shit was all bad just a week ago The view was just as sad just a peep ago The cries of the Asiatic ancient-Semitic peoples That propel Jay Elec from the pedestal to the steeple [Chorus] – 2X [Outro: Yummy Bingham] We've got to live Live to the end (we gotta do, we do) We've got to live (for our grandmothers) Live to the end (and granddaddies too) We've got to live (live for the babies!) Live to the end (my brothers out there going crazy) Ohhhh, oooohhh, ohh-oohh Ohhh, oooohhhh, oooohhh Ooohhh, oohh.. ooohhh