[Verse 1: B Magic]
From the land with tractors,
To the city of raptors
Got it backwards, not your average
My man is dropping bows like Randy Savage
How'd this happen, Harman announced the plays like John Madden, why you askin?
Zoo over everything, I'm just a fraction
They relaxin
We hungry never tasted satisfaction, time for action
Couple masked men, big beard attraction, why you laughin
Is something funny, yeah your're head smashed in
Belong up in the mansion, with the babies still trapped in the Zoo
[Hook]
Please don't give up on yourself tonight
Don't ever let them control your life
Forget your fears and do what you like
I won't let go, just promise you'll hold tight
[Verse 2: Fateh]
People be running they mouth, so they knees be taking that rout
Jaws keep movin, im pursuing
The dream team, Man im Zoo-ing
They be the reason I'd keep doin, reach goals I keep movin, keep on telling me lies
You know, I, see through it
Living my life, every second counts
Barely a scratch in my account, ain't enough
All fucked up,currency that we made up
People layed up, nothing to eat, in the streets, fuck in the streets
Society oppresses me, so a quality I never see
BANG!
[Hook]
I've been so down, I know falling ain't easy
If I give you my heart, just promise you won't leave me
[Hook]
Please don't give up on yourself tonight
Don't ever let them control your life
Forget your fears and do what you like
I won't let go, just promise you'll hold tight
[Verse 3: Noyz] (Spoken Word)
Took a village to raise a child, that much was transparent
My afternoons were spend with uncles, aunts, and grandparents
Cousins, huddled over stove-tops, three generations under one roof
With juxtaposed thoughts of what was left behind, and the grind for a better life
But what was better was inconclusive, elusive
Whatever it was, we just knew it wasn't where we were
So we scattered ourselves over continents, and found solace in faith, but often felt that was misplaced
When it was shaken by tremors and pressures, that were perceived as foreign to us
Made our homes using hands with arthritic bones, Mom's shifted from graveyard to graveyard
And Pops survived the last round of layoffs, but held his breath until the next time
And confines and limitations, interfering in the war between identity and assimilation
Conflicting concepts of preservation, so, we were measured against standards of beauty and intelligence that were not our own
So the same freedoms unafforded by everyone, and that means home is never really home, we just accept what's around us, to survive and make do, much like animals in a Zoo
And were the offspring, born captive and subordinates to masters, so we use our music with choruses adapted like
Slave songs leading us to coordinates of passage, away from this, the only environment we've ever known
Which has grown to become claustrophobic
And below the stoic façade of an all-tolerant god, exist the Zoo Babies
Now go and marinate on that for a minute...
