As We Prey - Bambu

Uh… the only thing is that… uh

With all this… uh…

With all this… uh… political thing happening right now

I don’t know how far we can go more

But we must have to push

Because as far as there is a small political space

If we are not going to move ourselves

And ask that we are conscious

Who is going to do it for us?

If not now, when?

(Brrraa)

Women and ghetto men, watchers on the

Tower

Turn that music a little

Louder

Just give me about an

Hour

I’ll give you back word to tell ya’ll

The devil tries supression

Pressure immigrants to leave

Passing laws just to arrest us

Now they’re telling me to switch it

Elitists say I’m dated, wait a

Minute

Homie, why the fuck these youngin’s

Imitating?

I hear youngin’s out here making '95 rap

Tapes

I am vintage '95 I did my demo on

Tape

But I ain’t here for that, this summer saw

Murders rise

Reporting live and direct from Inglewood

Ca-lifor-n-i-a ayy!

It’s hella evident, the devil been here

Ever since

Designing how to set the institutions up to benefit from parents

Hard labor

20 hours a

Day

Dropping bombs on a country for better rates on a

Trade

Now we prey

Praying with a gun against your

Brain

Ain’t no magic in the sky to put the pieces in

Play (ayy!)

Women, ghettomen however you

Identify

Long as you are down to catch the justice they deny

And I am

Not signing on dotted

Lines

Keeping all the music

Mine

Never had a person wasn’t black or brown who down

With mine

Others went the whiter

Route

Got the bigger check and

Bounced

While I am too abrasive for the palettes

Of their greedy mouths

Fuck faulty independents, lying like they

Get it

But they’re gonna push that «college party» rap for higher

Tickets

While I’m charging less than

Twenty

Sell out venues

Plenty

And there’s gonna be a bunch of brown faces like a

Penny

PHAT and I would rather rock for twenty of

Ours

Than a thousand white kids who think I rap too

Hard

That make us prey

Hoping couple dollars come my way

From the opening bells straight up and destined for jails

So now we prey

We the prey

So now we prey

(Ann One) x2

Hoping couple dollars come my way

From the opening bells straight up and destined for jails

Son now we prey

We the prey

Through the scope of black music I am

Bam

The son of immigrants who the left Philippines

Sayin'

Educated from the bottom by a standardized

Test

Battered by a life of peolice, are A-alikes

Next

Acquisition by a auto industry is in my

Chest

When exhaust was more than momma chasing overtime

Cheques

One apartment, two siblings, and my grandparents and

And I’ve been the prime prey for the devil all my

Life

From a worker, to a student, educator in the

Music

A jaded veteran ptsd-ing through the

Bullshit

I’m a poppa, who’d rather have integrity in

Mind

Cus most these motherfuckers can’t

Rhyme

From the days of watching momma chase the

Bus

And seeing me in

Cuffs

Now teaching young son to keep his checking hand

Up

How to act when they show up and try to say «he look

Suspicious»

All the shit you probably never have to teach the white

Children

Now we prey

Hoping couple dollars come my way

«Oh I didn’t know you still rap.

Ain’t you from back in the

Day?»

I’m still prey

We the prey

Hoping couple dollars come my way

From the opening bells straight up and destined for jails

So now we prey

From the prey

Don’t trip that’s just Bambu de Pistola

Bambu de Pistola

That’s just Bambu de Pistola

A little exploration in the

Race

Tryng to navigate a industry with

Filipino face

This isn’t praying to a

God

This is prey under the Phillippine Army

Under Lumad

We are prey