J-Live

J-Live - Satisfied? lyrics

Hey yo

Lights, camera, tragedy, comedy, romance

You better dance from your fighting stance

Or you'll never have a fighting chance

In the rat race

Where the referee's son started way in advance

But still you livin' the American Dream

Silk PJ's, sheets and down pillows

Who the fuck would wanna wake up?

You got it good like hot sex after the break up

Your four car garage it's just more space to take up

You even bought your mom a new whip scrap the jalopy

Thousand dollar habit, million dollar hobby

You a success story everybody wanna copy

But few work for it, most get jerked for it

If you think that you could ignore it, you're ig-norant

A fat wallet still never made a man free

They say to eat good, yo, you gotta swallow your pride

But dead that game plan, I'm not satisfied

[Chorus]

The poor get worked, the rich get richer

The world gets worse, do you get the picture?

The poor gets dead, the rich get depressed

The ugly get mad, the pretty get stressed

The ugly get violent, the pretty get gone

The old get stiff, the young get stepped on

Whoever told you that it was all good lied

So throw your fists up if you not satisfied

[Singing]

Are you satisfied?

I'm not satisfied

Hey yo, the air's still stale

The anthrax got my Ole Earth wearin' a mask and gloves to get a meal

I know a older guy that lost twelve close peeps on 9-1-1

While you kickin' up punchlines and puns

Man fuck that shit, this is serious biz

By the time Bush is done, you won't know what time it is

If it's war time or jail time, time for promises

And time to figure out where the enemy is

The same devils that you used to love to hate

They got you so gassed and shook now, you scared to debate

The same ones that traded books for guns

Smuggled drugs for funds

And had fun lettin' off forty-one

But now it's all about NYPD caps

And Pentagon bumper stickers

But yo, you still a nigga

It ain't right them cops and them firemen died

The shit is real tragic, but it damn sure ain't magic

It won't make the brutality disappear

It won't pull equality from behind your ear

It won't make a difference in a two-party country

If the president cheats, to win another four years

Now don't get me wrong, there's no place I'd rather be

The grass ain't greener on the other genocide

But tell Huey Freeman don't forget to cut the lawn

And uproot the weeds

Cuz I'm not satisfied

[Chorus]

[Singing]

All this genocide

Is not justified

Are you satisfied?

I'm not satisfied

Yo, poison pushers making paper off of pipe dreams

They turned hip-hop to a get-rich-quick scheme

The rich minorities control the gov'ment

But they would have you believe we on the same team

So where you stand, huh?

What do you stand for?

Sit your ass down if you don't know the answer

Serious as cancer, this jam demands your undivided attention

Even on the dance floor

Grab the bull by the horns, the bucks by the antlers

Get yours, what're you sweatin' the next man for?

Get down, feel good to this, let it ride

But until we all free, I'll never be satisfied

[Chorus x2]

[Singing with talking in background]

Are you satisfied?

(whoever told you that it was all good lied)

I'm not satisfied

(Throw your fists up if you not satisfied)

Are you satisfied?

(Whoever told you that it was all good lied)

I'm not satisfied

(So throw your fists up)

(So throw your fists up)

(Throw your fists up)

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