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Reservation Guilt Trip

by Tall Paul

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bastard kid immaculate with the facts I spit i packaged it, captioned it with the coolest deep maneuvers to enact the test mastered it, passed it out its tantamount to classics now my pedigree's ahead of me, young graduate with caps & gowns I utilize my English in pursuit of my relinquished soul, they took it from my ancestors and stole it from my spirits glow, now I'm out to take it back I know y'all all relate to that, I ain't simply fussing bruh im only stating basic facts style lax wild cats wit stacks that stretch a mile back, smile glad riled rants my map's gon' make a proud man, now I stand to be a shining example of all I can be cause I focused on the good and made the most of all the bad things, sadly the modern day boarding school produced a strong dad cause the Foster care system ensured I didn't take the same path, sometimes tough situations translate to good things, we say that we're the voiceless but I'll ensure the hood sings

The reservation and the city express of our dispossession I ain't truly proud of either but it's southside until the heavens just below the city's ether, no matter what your locale from midwest reservations to inner cities in SoCal the no pal, we won't help ya no way no how, mindset of oppressors is prevalent it won't slow now so what i gotta do is take what they give me and multiply to alter my position envision a place with duller skies the bullet buys, supplied with government rations my people mastered the art of making survival food happen they took a tub of lard a bag of flour sprinkled in some red power, what ya got is frybread the modern food we all devour and it's sorrow, spud on a stick epidemic, it can make us diabetic but it still gets us connected it makes the family kinetic as one, we gon' still taste it with buds it makes up for lack of nutrition by building relationships up,
sure you're right our new traditions are far from flawless propositions but I'm a keep with new tradition and use it to further my position flip this english into dollars, reach the pockets of white scholars, rockin shows inside the college food for thought is polished knowledge, brought it with for college kids impressed by it like college chicks, bodies thick, want the stick I gives a ish if you liken this to Vicodin, just a drug, just a thug please learn to love i judge myself to hush em up cause I'm the one who bears the brunt, what y'all want, I've learned to trudge lightly when judging others' standing cause my past would've got me banished by traditional justice standards how do I manage I don't know, all I know is that man can grow, some mistakes I might take to the grave but now I behave and that's the glow for those who don't, deserve to learn, deserve chances to earn their word, and if they ruin em let em burn, maybe, if they lack concern, but until that line's clearly crossed I can't be one to crucify, how could I when I've deeply hurt so many lives without losing mine, to anyone I've done wrong who's listening to this track, I sincerely apologize, I wish that I could take it back but I can't, I feel guilt I feel remorse, I feel that, and I hope you find the slightest peace in hearing I'm a changed man, cause I am, yes I am, a product of my environment, a victim of the system, from birth to retirement, please, please just listen, I promise I've inquired it, it's been written in my system, from birth to enlightenment.. I didn't come into the world a bad man, I came in a bright aura like all babies do.. but I was birthed in a earth resembling a trash can, and I learned all the horror, like all babies do, so when I say I'm a victim of the system, im not tryna detract blame but if you're still here and you're still listening, that is NOT how I came, it was learned and it's been owned, it's was burned and now I'm home, and I'm thankful to have been able to learn from my mistakes and change, rather than being shot or locked and chained only to be further displaced, if I could I'd apologize to your face, but I don't know if I can so this is the least I could do

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released December 23, 2015
Lyrics written by Tall Paul
Produced by 40Deebz

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