Chain Link Lyrics - Singles - Brother Ali

(Verse 1) 

I try to always buy final call from the F.O.I 

Even though that's not what Islam always signify 

Y'all gotta love the struggle in 'em 

They would get on their knees and shine shoes 

'fore they ever let the drugs afflict 'em 

Makin taco's and fuckin with McDonald's 

Nickel and dime broke, but dignified with high hopes 

Some people shoulder the weight of the median, make it look easy 

Even though they walkin the tight roads 

Immigrants, twelve deep in one bedroom 

I'm too cool, I look at 'em like fools 

Those fools combine forces and put the resources 

And guess who the new owner of the corner store is 

Shit, what's stoppin me from doin that? 

I probably could with drug smugglers approve of that 

Because if one dime sack in the time can climax 

Into a billion dollar industry, then look at my abilities 

But I'm a dreamer in alotta ways 

I feel if you believe in God that you believe in brighter days 

Keep my son's heartbeat in my sleep 

I'ma walk the Planet Earth with his name carved deep in my feet like 

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(Chorus x2) 

Children growin, women producin 

Men go workin, but what's the use 

When the real strive hard and stress about the rent 

And can still die poor and in debt without a cent 

(Verse 2) 

Born again christian creatures from the suburbs 

Tryin to save souls on Broadway, they got some nerve 

Comin here unaware that the one's with no material gifts 

Sometimes most spirits leave rifts 

Lazyness got me spare the stand back and what was that 

That can't hold me back, my man Vast told me that 

"Harlem got all that on a bigger scale" 

When there's bullets in the sandboxes every bid is real 

I see children growin up within a wicked system 

Smilin I wanna kiss 'em, I see prophet Muhammad in 'em 

Poverty's trickin people from my generation 

And hands down to world's most creative 

I've seen both sides of the fence 

Picket a chain link and we ain't all thinkin the same thing but 

They teens got so impressed by me 

They try to walk, talk, interact and dress like me 

We captivated the world's imagination 

I used to idolize athletes and entertainers 

Cause they never let the situation capture 'em 

System gave 'em lemons, made lemonade and sold it back to 'em 

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(Chrous x2) 

Children growin, women producin 

Men go workin, but what's the use 

When the real strive hard and stress about the rent 

And can still die poor and in debt without a cent 

(Verse 3) 

Marvin Gaye said it best "This ain't livin" 

No matter your religion the earth keep spinnin 

And the sun keep shinin, babies keep cryin 

Old folks dyin in beats within you put ya chiming 

And here I am, still lower class America 

Same room, same view, different cast of characters 

Regina got arrested as a late prowler 

Couldn't trick, got evicted, lost her section aid voucher 

Onward goes my neighbourhood's revolving door 

A gang of rental properties nobody owns at all 

I guess that's why we call it a hood 

Nobody stays as long as it takes to become neighbour 

(Chorus x2) 

Children growin, women producin 

Men go workin, but what's the use 

When the real strive hard and stress about the rent 

And can still die poor and in debt without a cent