Paroles Knockturnal Talib Kweli

Knockturnal

It's all good
Do or die
I hear ya
Before I come out [?] I hear shooting and whatnot
You know, what you hear, pop po-pop pop
And I'm like [?]
You ain't going out in that
Brother gotta make a living
Do what you gotta do

The vampires make you fear the night
That kind of talk give them evil spirits life
She on the track like she waiting for her tears to dry
Listen real close you can hear the city cry
You hear it right?
Its like every night the city die
We the blood, we give the city life
Living the city life

The city get restless when the sun goes down
The words get heated and the guns go *pow*
I used to joke and smile, now everyone's so foul
I grab the heat before I leave, go out the front door now
Check the weather, whats the forecast
Tryna make it rain, lookin' for more cash
Little man, ain't got no parents, who you gonna follow
When your role models send you to the store for a cold bottle
And you come back and em [?]
And define manhood as being tough
Sneakers scuffed and toes turned up
Its aggravating, its hard to put holes in denim, this ain't a fashion statement
And yelling out "thats my car", so fascinated by material gain, its already ours in our imagination
The [?] of supremacy is masturbation
The master race should make you want to mash your face and run
Right up in somebody gates
But where the [?]
Small, quiet dude in the back like " I know just the place"
Flash toothy grin like [?]
Then he flashed the gun he had tucked in his waist
The conversations, son, that I'm hearing are overbearing
Ain't no preparing for how much the hood be oversharing
(Word)
The night time, always the right time
When your blood is what's flowing through the school-to-prison pipeline

The vampires make you fear the night
That kind of talk give them evil spirits life
She on the track like she waiting for her tears to dry
Listen real close you can hear the city cry
You hear it right?
Its like every night the city die
We the blood, we give the city life
Living the city life

When you ain't got a pot to piss
Everybody on the block is your competition
Police all up in your pocket, you're forced to forfeit
When your espionage is corporate, that means you got an office
Instead arrested for the petty theft
Expected to apologise for every breath
A warrior stood in the face of many deaths
But since they colonized us are there any left
He in the streets like he ain't got a home
Writing a poem to the beat of the sobs and moans
[?], skin chocolate as a Toblerone
Clickety-clack of stilettos on wet cobblestones
Streetlights illuminate how truly dark it is
The block is a college, you got a degree in marketing
A doctorate in swallowing, when this pimping paid in scholarships
She poppin' out her tits, 'cos they pay her to be provocative
Broke, tryna hide it all (holla tho)
But they ain't got no dollars though
It sound like, Imma hit a lick anyday
So fuck you bitch, she don't look that good anyway (you don't even look good anyway)
Since when is pettiness a virtue?
Cops circling the block, they went from stopping [?] to stopping [?]
Smoking dark purple in a crop circle
Fast life [?]

The vampires make you fear the night
That kind of talk give them evil spirits life
She on the track like she waiting for her tears to dry
Listen real close you can hear the city cry
You hear it right?
Its like every night the city die
We the blood, we give the city life
Living the city life