Talib Kweli
Knockturnal translation of lyrics

Also known as We the blood, we give the city life lyrics.

English translation of Knockturnal by Talib Kweli
When your role models send you to the store for a cold bottle?
And you come back and see 'em in cuffs will be enough
To hate police, and define manhood as being tough
Sneakers scuffed and them toes turnt up, this shit is aggravating
Its hard to put holes in denim, this aint a fashion statement
Yelling out "That's my car", so fascinated
By material gain, its already ours in our imagination
The matri-nations of supremacy is masturbation
The master race should make you want to mash your face
And run right up in somebody gates, like "Where the ... the safe?"
Small, quiet dude in the back, like "I know just the place"
He flash a toothy grin the jakes love to hate
And then he flashed the gun he had tucked in his waist
The conversations, son, Im hearing are overbearing
Aint no preparing for how much the hood be oversharing
(word) The night time, always the right time
When your blood is whats flowing through the school-to-prison pipeline
 
The vampires make you fear the night
That kind of talk give them evil spirits life
She on the track like she waiting for her tears to dry
Listen real close you can hear the city cry
You hear it right?
Its like every night the city die
We the blood, we give the city life
Living the city life
 
When you aint got a pot to piss
Everybody on the block is your competition
Police all in your pocket, youre forced to forfeit
When your espionage is corporate, that means you got an office
Instead arrested for the petty theft
Expected to apologise for every breath
A warrior stood in the face of many deaths
But since they colonized us, are there any left?
He in the streets like he aint got a home
Writing a poem to the beat of the sobs and moans
Ran into Joan, skin chocolate as a Toblerone
Clickety-clack of stilettos on wet cobblestones
Streetlights illuminate how truly dark it is
The block is a college, you got a degree in marketing
A doctorate in swallowing, this pimping paid her scholarships
She poppin' out her tits cause they pay her to be provocative
Broke ... tryna holla though (holla though)
But they aint got no dollars though (dollars though)
It sound like, "I'ma hit a lick anyday
So ... you bitch, she dont look that good anyway"
(you dont even look good anyway) Since when is pettiness a virtue?
Cops circle the block, they went from stop and frisk to stop and merc you
Smoking dark purple in a crop circle
Fast life, this entourage is saying "Got terfs"
 
The vampires make you fear the night
That kind of talk give them evil spirits life
She on the track like she waiting for her tears to dry
Listen real close you can hear the city cry
You hear it right?
Its like every night the city die
We the blood, we give the city life
Living the city life

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