Morning of America

On and On like the song go

I wonder if we took the wrong road

And it seems like so long ago

But you know where to go if you ever come home

I was born in the morning of America

Torn between morning the loss

And celebrating the dawn

Majored in Reaganomics, hip hop and comics

Fist locked around dollars

Fuck a stock market

Prince was chart toppin'

Purple Rain fallin'

Writer's gettin' up and down the Berlin Wall

Before the Iron Curtain call and people powered one

Chillin' up in military housing having fun

With the little we got, got Optimus for Christmas

Over time to pay principal and interest

Moms and Pops still ill equipped as moved immigrants

And navigate 1986 with three kids

Plus expecting one more, far from the Huxtables

That's why I'm still comfortable while sleeping on the floor

Twenty Three years gone, still 1984

Still fighting more undeclared wars

Caught 'em shipping arms to Iran for Nicaraguan Contras

A cold war getting hotter,

Now what's going on? It's no more wrong

Now sing us a song, I think something's gone wrong

On and On like the song go

I wonder if we took the wrong road

And it seems like so long ago

But you know where to go if you ever come home

Now, nothing beats the sound of a Posmix cassette

Bumpin' in the system of your hooptie stock deck

8-bit systems and kung-fu flicks

I rock like Herbie Hancock with prosthetic limbs

Who killed Vincent Chen?

Was it them? Was it us?

Not giving it enough of a fuck to stand up

Not more than 12 months after Lennon got shot

Bob died same year, Mumia got locked

The school of the Americas put heads to sleep

Like Ted DiBiase, the Million Dollar Dream

Jesus Freaks all believe to leave

On these streets, will they please just leave us be

Mix tapes of Fat Boys and Run DMC

Too Short, BDP and EPMD

Watch more Nickelodeon than MTV

Eventually every week it was Fab Five Freddy

Now everybody ?going about 87 up?

Got a VH1 version of "The Years We Came Up"

But VH1 never played hip-hop at all

How the fuck they be the ones giving hip hop awards y'all?

On and On like the song go

I wonder if we took the wrong road

And it seems like so long ago

But you know where to go if you ever come home

Reflections and questions and not enough answers

The rise of gang banging was the death of the Panthers

Short shorts, tube socks, cities with boondocks

Everywhere somebody trying to moon walk

Rock Steady crew, jams with Steve Pool

Site beyond sight, yo, I pulled roots

Like Super Mario 2, a bowl full of Cheerios

Looking back "Just Say No" was not enough

To sweep dust under the carpet when the visitors came

Cities became, temporarily wealth

Manifested and changed, N.J. became chosen

"Free Mandela" was the slogan of the moment

To the mobile DJs with the pompadour fades

Rockin' ??? Debbie Deb Stevie B. all day

When I hear music, I can't wait to rock

New shoes, nothing less than some fresh hightops

And things happen for a reason, they say

But I say there's a reason things happen

And it wasn't all good way back in the day

Struggled then, struggle now, still standing

On and On like the song go

I wonder if we took the wrong road

And it seems like so long ago

But you know where to go if you ever come home