Текст песни Lupe Fiasco — Ayesha Says

Hijabs, hoodies, afros, locks,
Teddy bear, liquor bottle shrines, rocks,
Tanks, prayer rugs, church pews, Mexican corn stands,
Blood, sweat, and tears, police batons,
Gas masks and bullets create graffiti on corners.
Murals that salute freedom or death for liberty,
Be it Englewood or Egypt, Bedstuy or Baghdad,
Syria or Liberia, the West Bank or the West Side of Chicago
Where food and liquor stores still occupy the block,
While police and community watchmen justify why they shot
Emmett Till and Malice Green, Rekia Boyd and Trayvon Martin,
Better not wear that hoodie while shopping for a carton
Or whatever they selling in your food desert,
‘Cause your soul is dessert and will be dissected and consumed
On the Fox evening news; while we sing the blues,
The New Jim Crow caged bird sings
‘Cause he's tired of occupying his misery and of our marching,
He wanna fly to a higher consciousness,
But his school on academic probation,
They gave him medicine, diagnosed him with a felony and mental retardation,
So he refuses to cease the firing, nobody's hiring,
In Illinois sixty-seven is the new age when you're retiring,
Class lines have blurred, those who used to have, have not,
Pensions being snatched
Those, who never have keep their hands stretched,
Social services being cut,
Sterilization clinics giving out pills to numb the womb,
Young girls referring to their vaginas as tombs,
Thinking protests are temporary and trendy,
Well, rock a T-shirt and carry a poster
And two weeks later it's back to normal,
But they say times are changing,
The revolution is becoming second nature, causes are combining,
People carrying torches, hope burning from their hands,
Attaching explosive devices, ‘cause they keep stealing their lands
In the name of freedom.
Hijabs, hoodies, afros, locks,
Teddy bear, liquor bottle shrines, rocks,
Tanks, prayer rugs, church pews, Mexican corn stands,
Blood, sweat, and tears, police batons,
Gas masks and bullets create graffiti on corners.