Celebrate - Talib Kweli, Z-Trip, Z Trip

Young Moolah baby

Happy music, happy people

Happy people

Everything’s alright

Everything is alright

Pop a bottle and celebrate

We made it to a new day

Pop a bottle and celebrate

We done made it to a new day

Oh I take a hit and just elevate

Cause today will be a good day

I got my mind right money right, ready for war

Workin' hard today for a better tomorrow

Hey!

blow the horns on 'em

The sun is out, it’s a brand new day and it just dawned on 'em

The smoke in here got 'em floating just like in salt water

And break is fast, we got it cooking just like a short order

Feed the hands with the birds cover the cheetah print

A jungle out there and the jail is the zoo to keep us in

Players in gators is crazy, we feel the need to rock 'em

Furs coming in all different colors like Peter got 'em

Killing yourself for a salary

Look ya line flatter than stomachs of the women that’s running, watching them

calories

Hope that we linking, we smoking and drinking casually

Cause life without living ain’t nothing but a fallacy

Hey, I Say, who’s that peekin' in my window?

Is that sunshine?

Is that one time?

Let that sun shine through my living room

Hospitality is what I’m giving you

Harsh reality is what I’ve been through

But I’m not alone, ask her and him too

And they shall tell ya, ain’t nothin' better

Than the smell of a new day

And I know the ocean runs dry and the sky gets dark

And ya don’t see what He’s trying to show ya

And I know the wall may seem tall

But if we help each other I guarantee we get over

And once I’m over, I’ll reach back for my brother

And pull him over as well

Keep our heads high and our noses wide open

Hopin' for that new day smell

Love live life

Yea homie, I been away since I was 16

To tell 'em what I’m 'bout to tell 'em

So I need more than a 16

See I’m the only son of Mary and Joe

So I gotta fulfill my purpose 'fore I’m buried, ya know

My momma say she having visions of me being a missionary

And the hood looking at me as a walking visionary

So I sit back and wonder will I ever have my time to shine

And die like Pac in his prime

Or will I go out like Len Bias and OD before the tryouts

No tell a reaper, no buyout

I’m good, I pray for a head to protection

And I gotta walk the streets with the heat as my protection

Still gotta watch my back, still watch my front home

Cause I seen a lot of niggas die with they gun on

So with that in mind, I just get higher

And pray to the higher Messiah, I’m no liar

And they say that puffing the fire fucks with your memory

But I got a lot of stuff that I don’t wan' remember see

Like when my homie Abbie died

I like how I never seen a man cry 'til I seen Lance died

Never seen my pops cry 'til I seen my Grams died

And I’m here to tell him that I miss my Grams too

And I wish I could hug her for mother’s day too

And I feel the same way that you do

But we gotta still move on so she can just smile down on us

And I don’t want the Lord to ever frown down on us

I know that they really got power in a gun

But I also know that they got power in a tongue

So every time I speak, look I try to speak life

Y’all tweaking for broads, I tweak life

They said I was s’posed to die as a fetus

My momma said I bind that Devil in the name of Jesus

So now I’m here just to talk to y’all

Come and stroll with me homie, let me walk with' y’all

Ten million ways to die so I chose

To get my life right by the end of the road

'Fore my body in a casket and I’m stiff and froze

'Fore I’m laying in a morgue with a tag on my toes

I’m here to tell you take heed to the warnings

School shootings, hurricanes, and global warming

Open ya Bibles up with no hesitation

BC was the Genesis, this is Revelations

So you better pick your destination

Tomorrow ain’t promised, better pick your destination

Rest in peace B Spencer, rest in peace

Shit could be worse so I’m feeling like Weezy

I wake up in the morning, take a piss, and wash my hands

Take a knee and thank the Man and leave my life in God’s hands, yea!