Stuck Up (Spoken Word/Acapella)
Stuck up I'm a stuck up Filipino
TNT livin cus my life is so illegal
And All I wear is brands
But give no fucks about my people
So I pray to god for help protect me from this evil
Workin overtime so my money come in three folds
Man they look down on me, but my footwork really be cold
I'm lethal
Like my fascination to be regal
So we wear white gowns in a white man's cathedral
Please yo
Forgive me for my honesty
But honestly we really are divided as a colony
Assimilated faces that ignore the brown man's poverty
Corruption is disguised as democratic sovereignty
Politics is war and pay the churches for the votes
And orphans sellin cigarettes, young girls work as hoes
True guerrilla units that won't shoot cha for the skrilla
But to show up the opponent just to flex that they will kill ya
Don't refuse to rise above or you'll fall victim to the slums
Of ya mind and succumb to the vices that'll feed ya soul crumbs
Take a step back and see the people they've become and take a look bak at ya self and remember where yu from
We exploit our community cus we foolishly are losing ourselves ruthlessly
It's been over a century that we were enslaved by the Spanish
But we're still enslaved cus we self suffer in our anguish
From never reclaiming our own independence frm the rulers we banished
And seem to to ignore the fact that we need cultural advancement
So maybe I'm a little brash for assuming that we're backwards
But the good thing about history is yu can always write a chapter.
-Atlas