Breakfast @ Denny’s (Uptown Version)

Lyrics

[Verse 1: Uptown] Yo, peep the situation, my dictation is a splendid Rhyme that proves race discrimination never ended Four score and seven years ago, the dream first started But it seem like it died with Dr. King when departed How's that? Let me kick an ill fact, black Many mean got the glory when my people died in combat (Why, brother?) We was kings from the root and they knew that Now we just another bull's-eye for them to shoot at Here's a prime example in today's era Of how the problems of the past still yields out the terror Imagine being hungry, and man, you wanna eat But you go inside a restaurant and can't get a seat And before that, even though they open the door for those When they see you coming, they put "Closed" on the windows Is it 'cause I'm real? Is it how I'm dressed? Just because I'm not the rest, they put a bullet in my chest Dang, I thought that was back up in the days But now it's returned in fifty ways — Denny's [Instrumental Break] [Verse 2: Uptown] Black civil rights went out when the lights went out in Georgia You scheme to end the Black man dream and I applaud ya But today, I'm looking at another way, ain't no time to play I'm sitting on the dock of the bay Thinking of a master plan to get the motherland Back from the other man to do more than the others can (Liar) When you play with fire then you burn But how many people have to die before you learn? My main concern is the law, what I'm living for If the things you do today ain't no better than before Furthermore, my literature you can't ignore 'Cause I explore what you should restore, so therefore You have to break loose to see just how it used to be But many having breakfast at Denny's [Instrumental Break] [Verse 3: Uptown] Now when will it end? Feeling all the hurt from within Backslap my race but on your face there's a grin I'm all in, to put you on your knees when you bend In the presence of my enemy, but acting like a friend All men are created equal, can I speak? You can put me through the test, but Lord blesses the weak Can't sleep, you better pray to God your soul to keep 'Cause I was always taught that what you sow is what you reap Hear the sling knowledge with the lyrics that I bring I'm tired of hearing my people sing (Kumbaya, my Lord, kumbaya) And we still ain't up to par? By far, who you think you are? 'Cause I be Another Black man pushing peace and unity In my vicinity, there's no serenity And my ability brings more hostility But that's cool, 'cause in many ways I was a fool And I was never taught that when I was back in school Dang, I thought that was back in the days But now it's returned in fifty ways — Denny's [Instrumental Break] [Outro] Welcome to Denny's, take your order? *laughs*