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Ooh, baby, let’s ride

Baby, FYI

Okay, uh, yeah

Now what if there wasn’t no niggas, just master teachers?

And what if there wasn’t no rappers, only preachers?

Would you eat what they feed you?

And would you let them beset you?

Would you let them box you up and put that price on ya back?

Nineteen forty-nine, that’s including the state sales tax

For the money, sell ya soul to the Confederate flag

Now where’s this conscious that you speak of?

Told me it’s hidden in the reefer

And I can smell it in the air

Like them dark bodies swinging from the poplar tree

And I can feel it in my bones

As I become everything they told me not to be

Now where’s this conscious that you speak of?

Told me it’s hidden in the reefer

Throw that fluoride in your drink to censor everything you think

Fuck up a third time and then they sentence you to life

This ain’t no game, baby, but you keep playin' baby

The same rope they throw you is the one you hang from, baby

Now where’s this conscious that you speak of? (Yeah)

Told me it’s hidden in the reefer (Yeah, yeah)

'Cause it ain’t nothing quite like this country of mine

Where a nigga gets shot by a cop at the drop of a dimebag

It’s sad 'cause that’s really where we at

That’s really where we at

Now where’s this conscious that you speak of?

Told me it’s hidden in the reefer

Where’s this consciousness? (Where is this consciousness?)

Where’s this consciousness? (Where is this consciousness?)

Where’s this consciousness? (Where is this consciousness?)

Where’s this consciousness? (Where is this consciousness?)

But you keep rappin' 'bout the trap 'cause you trapped

And that’s exactly where they want you at

Liberate yourself, don’t let them steal your mental health

'Cause it’s the white ones with the wealth who benefit off what you sell

Throw you in jail, taking your right away to freedom

Shackle you in chains, as if that’s really proper treatment

I’m not a preacher, but I had to let it out

In the name of those before me like Nina Simone and James Brown

I’m black and proud, yeah, yeah, I’m black and proud

I’m black and loud, yeah, yeah, I’m black and loud

And if you got a problem, you can sit the fuck down

Now where’s this conscious that you speak of?

Told me it’s hidden in the reefer

Where’s this consciousness?

Where’s this consciousness?

I don’t know if the Board of Education hates black people, but I know the

textbooks I give my children to read and the schools we have to go to.

Now, this is the evidence. You want me to make an act of faith risking myself,

my wife, my woman, my assistant, my children on some idealism which you assure

me exists in America, which I have never seen.

Now where’s this conscious that you speak of?

Told me it’s hidden in the reefer

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