Small Things (to a Giant) [Outro]

Lyrics

[Intro: Daveed Diggs & Chinaka Hodge] Yeah Alright Small things to a giant Yeah [Verse 1: Daveed Diggs] Sometimes you gotta stand on tip toe For a little bit o' perspective on how the shit go Down in a town full of genius schizo- -phrenic tenants tending to a scale so tipped so Dip toe in water Test it even though you know it's hot On the block where chalk stencils Could talk of the good old days when the As could knock out parks And the Raiders, knock out lights And the knock in the parking lot was a sight to see Here we here really 'cause there's nowhere else to be Feelin' the weight of a city grown fat off hipster chic Fusion food, organic beets It's a wonder that we still tongue in cheek When there's so much hand to mouth in the streets Hands down the tooth of the town is the sweetest Feedin' every bit of good I got into this piece In the hopes that maybe I could keep this giant asleep Long enough for me to do somethin' to get up on my feet Swollen back broken can't hold up my history Panthers snappin' at my ankle 'cause they struggle don't mean shit to me You see on a day by day Where's my gun mother may I spray Lake Merritt monster is on the way And his wayward wants and whims may make us a meal today Feel me here alone a warrior with no spear to throw Too many rappers and too many poems For a beast that's illiterate to give a shit, and so Though I wanna go there, there's no there there Hear me drowned out by the sound of the town merely A man like me can rarely be seen clearly Under these lights I am disappearing [Chorus: Daveed Diggs] And whats the use in screamin' if you can't hear nothin', nothin' Don't be fooled by the quiet, yeah And what's the use of dreamin' if you can't touch nothin', nothin' When the shit goes down and we riot Remember it is small things to a giant [Verse 2: Chinaka Hodge] Too much to wrap my head around And so I rap my head around These brothers and they cousins when I'm passin' on they beats We Africans in heat, accustomed to it Rusted Buicks, tandem in these streets Holla what you want cousin just the same old shlock Can't afford to raise my babies and maintain on this block I'm watching Dogtown plummet To this Pixar, hipster art walk summit So I'm comin', blunted, hunted, gun it, wanted From the Hunnits to the Bottoms I'm watching all my options It's optical illusions and environmental toxins Like this small pond and big fish These black girls and french tips The itsy bitsy peels and the wide body scrapers The Chauncey Bailey types and their Black Muslim Bakers Big secrets, no confidence, lies with no consequence Strung out on these opposites and opulence and opiates Guess that's that Golden Gate shit That Oakland-takes-the-cake shit The object of yo' hate shit, the subject of a rape kit I'm obviously on, honestly gone Outside my zone screaming big shit no time My uncle got a cabin and it's not rent to own Stop leasing what we mortgage; get the fuck out my home [Chorus: Daveed Diggs] And whats the use in screamin' if you can't hear nothin', nothin' Don't be fooled by the quiet, yeah And what's the use of dreamin' if you can't touch nothin', nothin' When the shit goes down and we riot Remember it is small things to a giant [Verse 3: Daveed Diggs] We all figured that we Bigger Thomas Missed out on a bigger promise Halfway to the trigger, a nigga by circumstance But if I'm being honest, maybe I'm just lazy Maybe I'm too staid to the ways of the Bay maybe Maybe everything I thought of as home Is really just a building erected to be standing in my way Maybe I should break out But how do you break out of home when home is your heart And I know what heartaches about And really I'm too grown to cry over spilled anything So dispelling my doubt is something I'm very versed at But something that I'll rarely write a verse about 'Cause that shit's too big to let it in When you begin down that road I'm finding me in Finally finding those hiding places a mind is within it Within a minute or so I'm manipulating the soul Surely a man [?] was gonna unfold I'm holding onto my stature 'Cause I'm getting older, no more of a master Slaving away everyday to Father Time like a bastard Lookin' for footsteps to follow in and findin' no tracks 'Cause really it don't snow in the Bay No ice for the wrists and no glitz and no glamour Just hammers and hay (hey), what's the matter with that? As a matter of fact, we like it that way Born hard, bred hard, and hard we will stay More scarred by hearts than necessary More parts upstart than martyrs we pray (pray, pray, pray) Truth unto the gods of gangsterdom Prey on the weak, so thanks to them We don't feel meek in danger And I'll be a giant until everything will break again Defiant and ignorant of the stakes The waves are crashing down and we standing up in the breaks Can't swim but willing to wade as far out as it takes [Chorus: Daveed Diggs] And whats the use in screamin' if you can't hear nothin', nothin' Don't be fooled by the quiet, yeah And what's the use of dreamin' if you can't touch nothin', nothin' When the shit goes down and we riot Remember it is small things to a giant