Lyrics

[Intro] The man-in-the-house rule was written to prevent welfare cheating To make sure that aid to families with dependent children would go only to families headed by mothers But the effect of the man-in-the-house rule is to create for children an atmosphere of investigation and surveillance And thus the welfare system and it's operation turns out to be a system to make life harder for children The welfare system helps the disintegration of the American family It uh, offers money to families if the fathers will leave them and stay away In that sense undoing the very stability of a family and taking away one of the two parents the children of course need No one will hold me down, no You cannot shut us down, no [Verse 1] It's Aneraé Brown from the City of Kings, Sac-Town Represent for everything north of Redding and back down Born and raised in a crack house, nowadays call it the trap house Opposite of every word coming out of a rapper's fat mouth At my dad's house in Prichard, Alabama I used to spazz out Coulda swore I saw a ghost standing in my bedroom in a black cloud A black child with a vivid imagination, drawing, tracing pictures out them comic books Like "It's Wolverine, mama, look" But mama shook the spot, left me and my little cousins in Alabama and I'm not a crook But I had to steal and sell pot 'cause I gotta cook All alone, no adult supervision, no lights, no gas Such a painful memory so fuck it y'all, let's go back to the future Flashback, view the present through the jaded eyes of my old soul where it's dark, hot but it's so cold With no codes or morals, no principle for conduct, without that, there's no growth And without that, there's no hope and it's no joke [Chorus] No one can hold us down, no No one can shut us down, no (Can't stop, won't stop) No one can hold us down, no (Can't stop, won't stop) (Can't stop, won't stop) No one can shut us down, no (Can't stop, won't stop) [Verse 2] When you sinking in quicksand and there's no rope to climb up How the hell you supposed to elevate? No wonder I chose the wrong road, as a child I had to educate Myself, mainly through trial and error Made major and minor errors A new music seeker, fresh sneaker and vagina terror East Waco Village dweller, Trendwood to the Sherman Mannors Watchin' so-called adults conduct themselves in disturbing manners Observing patterns of police brutality can be challenging When you're actually walking around in a house full of grieving family Reality bites, say "Good Mourning AmeriKKKa" Take a million kids to the Statue of Liberty, let 'em stare at her Are they scarin' her or does she feel compassion? And did she too weep For the news that General Gordon Granger came so share on Juneteenth? Is that too deep for your shallow soul? Listen to me when I talk to you Come on lil' man, take my hand, let me walk with you Is that too deep for your shallow soul? Listen to me when I talk to you They plan to keep us broke so I'ma ball and leave it all to you [Chorus] No one can hold us down, no No one can shut us down, no (Can't stop, won't stop) No one can hold us down, no (Can't stop, won't stop) (Can't stop, won't stop) No one can shut us down, no (Can't stop, won't stop)