High For Hours

J. Cole

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    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

    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

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    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 till 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?

    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
    Till 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 a 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

    Song details

    Composition: Elite, Ronald Eugene Gilmore, J Cole, and Cam O Bi

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