Vendetta Lyrics - Singles - Andy Mineo

I told you so 

I told you 

We are the ones 

'Cause 'Pac 

Did a lot more for me than Barack 

Salute 

La, da-da, da, da, da, da, da 

We're not afriad to lose everything we got 

'Cause all we really got is our word, word, word 

The pen is greater than the sword 

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La, da-da, da, da, da, da, da 

By the people, for the people 

Seems like you only look out for your sort of people 

I look around, it's more evil 

God I see it in me 

You see, um 

Everyday we closer to that funeral 

Everyday a struggle, but the struggle still beautiful 

And doctors don't got patience for their patients 

So they just send them to that pharmaceutical 

We tell 'em that they need drugs 

But I know that they need love 

I ain't scared of that war or the violence 

The thing I'm more terrified of is (silence) 

I wanna snatch my generation out this apathy 

Gotta do that now 'fore this voice grow out of reach 

And what we feedin' people that's a tragedy 

So what you want, the chemicals or calories? 

Nobody taught us how to eat 

Momma gon' work the sixty hour weeks 

What's for dinner? 

Well, what's quicker and cheap 

You got remote parents, you'll be raised by the TV 

My momma worked the night shift 

Photos 

Still made it out to every single game 

While my father sat at home 

I promise when I have my own that we will never be the same 

Vendetta 

I told you so 

I told you 

We are the ones 

'Cause 'Pac 

Did a lot more for me than Barack 

Salute 

La, da-da, da, da, da, da, da 

Look, Mr., Mr. or Mrs 

Government official, we just won't listen 

You can't relate to how we livin' from where you're sittin' 

That's why the artist got more influence than the polititian 

This my generation 

we the news never tell the truth 

It's so fast, ya'll seem slow to us 

By the time you print it tomorrow it's old to us 

We are the ones that you used to be, brave idealists with a dream 

That went corrupted by the cream, yeah 

This pen is not for sale 

They nickel and dime'n 

We still throwin' quarters in a wishing well 

And I know you can't imagine losin' the lifestyle that you so used to havin' 

And, yo, we still make decisions for the fact that they awesome 

Not just for the profit margin 

Hold up, how i'm talkin? 

I got excess, others got need 

I gotta answer to God for all of the sneaks 

I got a hundred pairs, but only two feet 

God forgive me, I've been thinkin' 'bout me 

We point fingers at people who sin different, skin different 

But the same color we bleed 

You wanna know the real problem in America? 

Always has been and it always will be, me 

If you had any other answer you've been deceived 

We've been lookin' for salvation in education, money, leaders, and policies 

But we got a bigger need 

We got a sin debt that we inherited 

We divide ourself by class, skin color, and our heritage 

Well our Creator bankrupt the heaven so that we could all be there with Him 

Brothers and sisters 

I told you so 

I told you 

We are the ones 

'Cause 'Pac 

Did a lot more for me than Barack 

Salute 

La, da-da, da, da, da, da, da 

We're not afriad to lose everything we got 

'Cause all we really got is our word, word, word 

The pen is greater than the sword 

La, da-da, da, da, da, da, da