Polarity Ft. Macklemore And Locksmith
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Dark vs. light, good vs. evil
Man vs. woman, planet Earth upheaval
Jew vs. Muslim, Norte, Sur
Blood vs. Crip, everywhere more war
Primitive man vs. civilized savage
One's a poor pimp, the other one live lavish
Light skin vs. dark skin, east vs. west
Blessed with balance or you're cursed with stress
Much success, I pray your life possess
But many are afraid to face life's true test
Spirit over flesh, all to make it manifest
The government oppress the best and brightest
G-O-D got a place inside of me
But it's church vs. state and they hate it when you're free
The opposition might rock your brain
The universal is a circle, everything soon change
The world never changed for me
It's the same in the place to be
The world never changed for me
It's the same in the place to be
Check it, now we either fear the opposite or wish that we were them
Either hate or envy the lies that other people live
Contrast the hue and then you see the soul behind the skin
Take away the pew and see that they pray like them
Maybe the cross and the Quran isn't so different
Maybe these lines are make believe and the opposite is pretend
Just a man made law with a flaw in that gem
Like your view is the truth and everyone else is sin
Get off it, thinking that perspective is God sent
I'm from the city where they invented the mosh pit
And when I fell, my people they pulled me up
And told me you got a job to do, it's all part of the process
I needed a star before I could eat again
I needed addiction to learn what freedom is
Lost perspective so I had to fix a lens
To learn that a leader knows himself and the opposite
Feels good to do a feature with someone I respect
That I honestly have a deeper sense of admiration
I'm activating my artistry to sacrifice style
And show you a different part of me
Pardon me when I part the sea with my verse
Niggas sellin' they soul to hear me converse
It's hard to bear when people pay me to share
But I always put musical merit before commerce
Bomb first like Pac in his day
Like I'm rockin' his J's, hawk in your face, cocky display
I'm lyrically polished, freeing pockets of slaves
I can raise Christopher Wallace from up out of his grave
Uh, so what's the opposite of real?
If Oprah is a mammy then Tyra's a Jezebel
For one to man to diva, to seven to eight skeezers
The people beggin' for balance but they tippin' the scale
Oh well