Paroles Breath, eyes, memory Talib Kweli

Breath, eyes, memory

See when we talking about art
There's the European ideal of art
And there's the African ideal of art
The European ideal of art is like art for art's sake
You look at a painting on a wall
The African ideal art is practical, it's intentional, it's necessary

Three cheers for your patience this was years in the making
I stripped the beard naked dodged the fears and the hatred
Let me peel back the layers, you only hear for the greatness
I ain't here to be your savior, you should save them tears for later
Now lets be clear, I wasn't supposed to be here
I'm from the future like DeLorean, but ancient as Gregorian calendars
With the leap years, rappers fishier than seafare
[?] be here, move along nothing to see here
These pop actions going flat like a can of soda
It's a fact I keep it black while they white-washing like Sammy Sosa
The white supremacist's nemesis I'll be standing over
The corpses of all the corporate bosses cuz they can't control us
They yelling Jaguar right I'm like, I prefer the Land Rover
Plus that cougar wrong and a man know it
They bootlicking for master pushing his plan forward
Welp this man is over lets hand him over to cancel culture

This is my therapy
I'm very much alive
I'm searching for the truth so the liars try to bury me
A threat to my enemies
They after my Breath, Eyes, Memory
This is my therapy
I'm very much alive
I'm searching for the truth so the liars try to bury me
A threat to my enemies
They after my Breath, Eyes, Memory

Please
The words of liars never worry me
Facts over hype I'm always fighting the hyperbole
My flow impossible, you fake as the burgers be
It's a state of emergency, the state wanna murder me
Laid back with a sense of urgency
If I lent you subcultural currency that's a courtesy
You deus ex machina, I rewire the circuitry
Brooklyn rappers known to steal the show, the flow is burglary
They want my spot so bad that it hurts
Too late I was here first you never put in the work
Plus I'm better than you at life and get better with every verse
You just as forever cursed cuz y'all fake as a pleather purse
Red alert, foundational to the native tongues
This is a song of defiance, yup that's a quote from native son
I get busy on native drums, she a fine young cannibal
America's so hungry that she ate her young

This is my therapy
I'm very much alive
I'm searching for the truth so the liars try to bury me
A threat to my enemies
They after my Breath, Eyes, Memory
This is my therapy
I'm very much alive
I'm searching for the truth so the liars try to bury me
A threat to my enemies
They after my Breath, Eyes, Memory