Hold On!

"People tellin me, they tellin me hold on and
I'm on the right track and nothing can go wrong but
Each day is gettin' harder to hold on
Man, I ain't hatin', I've been waitin' for so long"


Later,
One,
Kamau

And this is for...

Man I do the same music, they stop coming to shows
It's like they scared of the white boys in the front row
First I was like "so?" I'mma get my dough
But the numbers kept falling as my fan base would grow
And now I'm concerned so I gotta speak up
First the money was the only thing shutting me up
But now I don't care, don't support me, get mad
Why wouldn't you abort me, my own people have
I feel I should have the scans white rappers have
It's sad but that's the way it is
What's the reason that my album doesn't sell like his?
And don't front like you don't why the hell that is
It's because he's white, you can relate to his face
Through the years you've been taught that Black is unsafe
Plus it's only natural for your own to be embraced
Conscious or subconscious you can't say that ain't the case
Only reason it took so long to take place
Was up until now your only choice was 3rd Bass
Or others like Ice, wasn't really that tight
Now you got some white dudes who can truly rock the mic
You relate to their stories cause you share that past
Question is, why would you listen to MURS' Black ass?
I asked myself for a while but now I finally get it
Good music transcends all physical limits
It's more than something that you hear, it's something that you feel
When the author and experience and passion is real
Used to feel I should be silent, I was scared to do this song
But I want everyone aware of what is going on
Yes it is jazz and yes it is the blues
And yes it is the exact same way they did rock
But I refuse to watch the same thing happen to hip-hop
I refuse to watch that bullshit...

MURS - And this is for...
Later,
One,
Kamau

PARTE DE MIM

Fazendo mais que a parte que me cabe, só quem sabe entende o drama
É mais que grana, mais que fama, certamente
Vivendo eternamente no equilíbrio entre o fundo do poço e o topo do mundo
Sei que tá osso e tão mirando meu pescoço
Pra fazer minha cabeça rolar ou pra vampirizar
Fé confiança e atenção que vão me imunizar
Todo mundo quer uma parte do bolo
Mas não da borda, sempre mais de perto do miolo
quase ninguém tava pra ajudar a montar
Me diz quem vai ficar pra ajudar a limpar
Mas enquanto a festa rolar vão curtir o bastante
Nem precisa saber o nome do aniversariante
Então parabéns pra mim se eu tô disposto a servir
Sua parte é rimar, minha parte é ouvir
E entender que é assim tipo Yang e Yin
E agora é parte de você uma parte de mim.
Later,
One,
Kamau