Blue Scholars Back Home Lyrics

And It Begins like...

And it begins where we left a brother chased after by
death until he catches his breath
We embarked upon a long march too weary to rest
Now tell me who would ever have guessed that at the top
of the west
A party rocker and a poet might collectively have
written another chapter in this fight against this
self-described Right, but not righteous
Its highly unlikely we'll take it lightly when 1000 of
my compatriots are evacuating nightly,
From one ave to another, University to Beacon,
The body was never meant neither to last to be beaten,
But Buddhas in the streets teachin' a lesson to kids in
the cold,
And if i tell all of mine there’s other stories to be
told, had a lot of good brothas either my age or
younger,
Who copped the 1st album when it dropped now gone
under,
And they say progress but the fact is, Dr. Martin
Luther King's legacy lookin like the street we named
after him Permanently under construction, the people
hustlin'
Despite the pain and sufferin' The energy we've
mustered in
South Side Seattle there's a whole lot happenin',
Where so called soul mates are stabbin' each other's
scapula's,
Melancholy hopeful I capture the present moment we
concimated the marriage of beats, rhymes, and
atonement,
In each mind resides a potential so potent they make us
think that we ain't got it,
If we did then we control shit
Organize and prioritizin whats important
I'm just tryin' to raise the scene while the homies
have abortions
No distortion to the static,
I hold the mic and pass it to the future schools in
session but there won't be any classes,
Happy to see family back, from ten months in Iraq,
For fallen comrades rockin' a black wrist band,
It's just a glimpse of what you missed when you gone,
We held you down and kept chanting now;

Bring 'em back home,
for my brotha's and my sista's who been gone too long
we say;
Bring 'Em Back home, and I don't want to have to keep
singin' this song, We say; Bring 'em back home, for my brotha's and my
sista's who been gone too long we say;
Bring 'em back home, and I dont want to have to keep
singin' this song.

And somewhere a soldier kissed his family goodbye,
And he was walking like a warrior the water in his
eyes,
He left in late September said he'll be back in july,
Now the child is asking mommy "Why did Daddy have to
die?"
She says He fought for freedom, but she knows it's just
a lie,
Cause her father was a veteran with benefits denied,
Now the fire in her eyes burnt brighter with the
passin' of the minutes into hours and the hours into
days and,
Days turned to Night, Nights turned to facce the other
way, One sister strong holding down the whole family,
It's just one in over three-thousand casualties and
back home we battle with the apathy,
We chantin' now;

Bring 'em back home, for my brotha's and my sista's who
been gone too long we say;
Bring 'em back home, and I don't wanna have to keep on
singin' this song,
We say Bring 'em back home, for my brotha's and my
sista's who been gone too long we say;
Bring 'em back home, and I don't wanna have to keep on
singin' this song,

So next time you see recruiters in your school or your
crib,
Tell them thank you for the offer but you'd rather you
lived,
We got more than just our bodies to offer,
So f*ck a coffin wrapped in red white and blue,
withdraw passed due
We disgusted with the fact we pay taxes to build tanks
Still dropping one twomp and a half to fill tanks
Got a china-mans chance to fill banks like Phil Banks
For soldiers in the future givin' thanks in advance

We say; Bring 'em back home, for my brotha's and my
sista's who been gone too long we say;
Bring 'Em Back home, and I don't want to have to keep
singin' this song,
We say; Bring 'em back home, for my brotha's and my
sista's who been gone too long we say;
Bring 'em back home, and I dont want to have to keep
singin' this song.