Neva Again Kam
"Neva Again" by Kam, released in 1995, is a #HipHop track that explores themes of resilience, self-reflection, and the struggles of urban life. The lyrics convey a sense of determination to overcome adversity, emphasizing personal growth and the consequences of choices. The song features soulful samples and a smooth flow, contributing to its emotional depth and cultural significance in the West Coast hip-hop scene.
[Verse 1]
Lift every voice and sing
Yeah, but we gon' lift every fist and swing
So save the negro spiritual
It's 1992 and niggas need a miracle
And no more song and dance
Like "We Shall Overcome," and ain't got a chance
Y'all stuck on "I have a dream"
Need to put the picket sign down and get on the team
Stand up and do something
Stop beggin' for a meal, 'cause everything is real
Nigga, look at yourself, you in hell
Claiming welfare, or should I say fare-well
Mr. Christian, you was too spooky
Now Bush wanna slave, and Russia wanna nuke me
And the most you can tell me is "Love thy enemy"?
Stay off the Hennessy
Pops, I want freedom, so hand me the nine
You can pray for yours, but I'mma go get mine
Now how long has it been?
For a hundred and thirty-seven years, but neva again
[Verse 2]
God bless America.. but for what?
How 'bout God damn America, the slut? (yeah)
Now I can name that tune
'Cause the land of the free is selling negroes at noon
But how soon we forget
Mention the Holocaust, niggas have a fit
Sorry it's real but I'm fresh out of tears
'Cause "Lynch that nigga"'s still ringin' in my ears
I want freedom, justice, equality, Islam
So it's hard to keep calm
When I'm accused of being racist for lovin' my people first
Now they wanna put me in a hearse
But black people never made white slaves
And we was too lovin' to put Jews in a oven
But the Pilgrims wasn't so friendly then
And by the way, I never ate a Indian
So who's the real savage?
Six feet tall on the average
Count the number of the God damn beast
To the East, my brother, to the East
Say neva again
Lift every voice and sing
Yeah, but we gon' lift every fist and swing
So save the negro spiritual
It's 1992 and niggas need a miracle
And no more song and dance
Like "We Shall Overcome," and ain't got a chance
Y'all stuck on "I have a dream"
Need to put the picket sign down and get on the team
Stand up and do something
Stop beggin' for a meal, 'cause everything is real
Nigga, look at yourself, you in hell
Claiming welfare, or should I say fare-well
Mr. Christian, you was too spooky
Now Bush wanna slave, and Russia wanna nuke me
And the most you can tell me is "Love thy enemy"?
Stay off the Hennessy
Pops, I want freedom, so hand me the nine
You can pray for yours, but I'mma go get mine
Now how long has it been?
For a hundred and thirty-seven years, but neva again
[Verse 2]
God bless America.. but for what?
How 'bout God damn America, the slut? (yeah)
Now I can name that tune
'Cause the land of the free is selling negroes at noon
But how soon we forget
Mention the Holocaust, niggas have a fit
Sorry it's real but I'm fresh out of tears
'Cause "Lynch that nigga"'s still ringin' in my ears
I want freedom, justice, equality, Islam
So it's hard to keep calm
When I'm accused of being racist for lovin' my people first
Now they wanna put me in a hearse
But black people never made white slaves
And we was too lovin' to put Jews in a oven
But the Pilgrims wasn't so friendly then
And by the way, I never ate a Indian
So who's the real savage?
Six feet tall on the average
Count the number of the God damn beast
To the East, my brother, to the East
Say neva again
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