High For Hours Lyrics - J. Cole

This is called being high as shit, for hours 

That's the name of this song, nigga 

High as Shit for Hours 

Here we go, yeah 

American hypocrisy, oh, let me count the ways 

They came here seekin' freedom 

Then they end up ownin' slaves 

Justified it usin' Christianity which saves 

Religion don't mean shit, there's too much ego in the way 

That's why ISIS is a crisis 

But in reality this country do the same shit 

Take a life and call it righteous 

Remember when Bin Laden got killed, supposedly? 

In a hotel lobby after a show, was noticin' 

These white ladies watchin' CNN, coverin' the action 

They read the headline and then they all started clappin' 

As if LeBron had just scored a basket at the buzzer 

I stood there for a second, watched them high-five each other 

For real? I thought this was "Thou shalt not kill" 

But police still lettin' off on niggas in the Ville 

Claimin' that he reached for a gun 

They really think we dumb and got a death wish 

Now somebody's son is layin' breathless 

When I was a little boy my father lived in Texas 

Pulled up in Toyota, drove that bitch like it was Lexus 

Put my bag in his trunk and headed off for Dallas 

Out there for the summer, feelin' just like I was Alice 

Lost in the Wonderland where niggas still sufferin' 

Just like they was back home, and that's wrong 

So now it's "Fuck the government!" 

They see my niggas strugglin' 

And they don't give a fuck at all, and that's wrong, yeah 

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The type of shit that make you wanna 

The type of shit that make you wanna let go 

The type of shit that make you wanna 

The type of shit that make you wanna let go 

I had a convo with the President, I paid to go and see him 

Thinkin' about the things I said I'd say when I would see him 

Feelin' nervous, sittin' in a room full of white folks 

Thinkin' about the black man plight, think I might choke 

Nope, raised my hand and asked a man a question 

Does he see the struggle of his brothers in oppression? 

And if so, if you got all the power in the clout 

As the President, what's keepin' you from helpin' niggas out? 

Well, I didn't say "nigga," but you catch my drift 

He looked me in my eyes and spoke and he was rather swift 

He broke the issues down and showed me he was well-aware 

I got the vibe he was sincere and that the brother cared 

But dawg, you in the chair, what's the hold up? 

He said, "There's things that I wanna fix 

But you know this shit, nigga: politics." 

Don't stop fightin' and don't stop believin' 

You can make the world better for your kids before you leave it 

Change is slow, always has been, always will be 

But fuck that, I'ma bust back 'til they kill me 

Change is slow, always has been, always will be 

But fuck that, I'ma bust back until they kill me—feel me? 

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The type of shit that make you wanna (Aight, third verse) 

The type of shit that make you wanna let go 

The type of shit that make you wanna 

The type of shit that make you wanna let go 

Here's a thought for my revolutionary heart 

Take a deeper look at history, it's there to pick apart 

See, the people at the top, they get to do just what they want 

'Til after a while the people at the bottom finally get smart 

Then they start to holla "Revolution!" 

Tired of livin' here, destitution 

Fuck that lootin'! Can you tell me what's the best solution? 

I used to think it was to overthrow oppressors, see 

If we destroy the system, that means we'll have less of greed 

But see, it's not that simple 

I got to thinkin' about the history of human nature 

While this instrumental played 

Then I realized somethin' that made 

Me wonder if revolution was really ever the way 

Before you trip and throw a fit over these words I say 

Think about this shit for second, you heard the way 

The children in abusive households grow up 

Knockin' girlfriends out cold—that's called a cycle 

Abused becomes the abuser and that's just how life go 

So understand 

You get the power, but you know what power does to man? 

Corruption always leads us to the same shit again 

So when you talk 'bout revolution 

Dawg, I hear just what you sayin' 

What good is takin' over 

When we know what you gon' do? 

The only real revolution happens right inside of you 

I said, what good is takin' over 

When we know what you gon' do? 

The only real revolution happens right inside of you, nigga 

The type of shit that make you wanna (High for hours, nigga) 

The type of shit that make you wanna let go (Volume one) 

The type of shit that make you wanna 

The type of shit that make you wanna let go