Earth Day N Tha Hood

Lyrics

[Intro] Weeklys came back early 'cause it was Earth Day Mother Nature's birthday But environmental racism is hurtin' the hood in the worst way, yo My Brother Dizz made this Hold up [Verse] Give us a chance, quit buildin' them chemical plants We don't want that smoke, here's a list of demands Fix Flint's water, take a Michigan stance Picture gettin' your hands wet and poison sit in your glands Givin' us autism, empathy's missin', and ADHD, teachers can't get me to listen A low test score is a penitentiary visit, 'cause they buildin' a pipeline from elementary to prison It's all facts, if you care to dispute it, told to me to reach for the sky, but the air was polluted Now I get it from the mud, but the soil's contaminated So the fruits of my labor are hard to share when I'm rooted, ya dig? Climate change is real, you can't ignore the vibe You in the beach house ballin', you can't ignore the tide That ain't where the poor reside by 2045 Just keep your eyes on the shore, because it's sure to rise (Right) You better retreat for some cover, karma for dumpin' your toxic waste on people of color Faucets of dirty water, might as well drink from the gutter Politicians lyin' to us, thinkin' they speakin' to suckers We talkin', they ain't heard us yet Cold dust from the train tracks causin' birth defects Make you wrap your hands around they throat like a turtleneck Humans are the cancer that the earth detects So what's next? We on the verge of ex-tinction Bob your head as that sinks in My sink bin is blacker than my ink pen They do it for the cash money, they chemicals give me asthma I'm feelin' a lil' weezy when I breathe in What's crackin', homie? Nah, "What's frackin'?" Extractin' oil from rocks and the profit stackin' The oil spillin' the soil, your vegetables are blackened The rich eat the poor, then wipe they mouth with a napkin But you don't like me conscious rappin', right? [Outro] You want some jewels, homie (Haha) Yo, shout out Doctor Bruce, what's hatnin'? Yeah, shout out Brooke and Joseph in Tennessee Adam J. Cook, ayo, what up, King Destro? Yeah Bark at ya You know the rest