《Shallow Days》是Blackalicious演唱的歌曲，由Tim Parker作詞，Xavier Mosley作曲，收錄於專輯《Nia》。
基本介紹
- 外文名：Shallow Days
- 所屬專輯：Nia
- 歌曲原唱：Blackalicious
- 填詞：Tim Parker
- 譜曲：Xavier Mosley
- 發行日期：1999年11月29日
歌曲歌詞
Time and time, a brother asks why
The rhyme is not laced with a gangsta touch
I said "Simply because I don't live that wayStill kickin' them rhymes rugged and rough""But that won't sell,cause you gotta keep it realso that we can feelwhere you're coming fromBecause these streets is ill so if you ain'tkilling ****** in rhymesyour whole sound's just bubble gum"
I said "I won't contribute to genocide;I'd rather try to cultivate an inner sideand try to evolve the frustrated ghetto mindThe devil and his army never been a friend of mine""But ****** don't wanna hear that ****" said the brother
Who was obviously totally misled and yelled out"murder murder, kill, murder" instilled in the influential parts
Of our kids' heads
Shallow days, you never wanna
Let a brother be a brother
Fully inner to the outer
Caught up, and all them hollow nights
Can't escape cause everywhere that
I lookPeople frontin, and it just ain't right
I said "Don't you know the powers that beare using people as pawns, devouring weuntil they see us all gone and outta the scene"
And as I passed the chronic, he said "look at where I be,I tried to get a job for real,But all my homies hit licks, and rob and stealand keep fat pockets caught in a rut to catch groundthis way's in, plus who could you trust?"
I said "I'm all about protecting mine,but neglecting minds be getting left behind.Why don't you change your environment?"
He said "This is all I know,plus my fam's all that I got, I can't go"
I said "You gotta make it for the fam""Damn," he said "I didn't make the ghetto,The ghetto made the man"
I said "You're more than just that,"
Shook his hand, said "Damn, you gotta find a wayTo break the devil's master plan, peace"
The word peace is just an expression
Used to say bye when it's time to jet
And them red black and green medallions
Was all just part of the trend,
I guessHardly ever see them around brothers' necks no more
Instead of that gold, gats
Inspiring gangstas and macks
Who at the young age of four
Be seeing more drama than war veterans
Instead of learning
God's laws
And hip-hop is a voice who we enlist at
To express how we be feeling about this and that
But music does reflect life
And kids look up to what you're portraying
And mimic what you act like
It's time for a new day
An era in rap, conscious styles,
Makin' them aware of the happenings
But their ears seem more steered towards
Self-annihilation so many might laugh
And write this off, like
I'm out here just
Blowing wind, maybe label us soft or unreal,
Something they can't feel, while they keep yellin
Murder murder murder, kill kill kill
