Unity 101 - SCS, SCS feat. Khafre Jay, N-Depth

A nation divided against itself can’t stand

Frustration the situation’s gotten so outta hand

Can’t continue to be conned by duplicitous behavior

While a traitor like Trump touts himself as our savior

So let’s dump the chump and quit hating on Mexicans

Or jumpin' to conclusions based on someone’s melanin

We’re sisters and brothers of different hues and colors

Appreciating one another’s roots and cultures

We can ill-afford to resort to in-fighting

People uniting so much more exciting

Can’t coexist in asynchronous dissonance

Collaborating cross-cultures possibilities limitless

Stress or good behavior, success or failure

Now more than ever, the future we can tailor

The time’s come to graduate spiritual pre-school

Let’s learn to live together or we’ll perish as fools!

Hook x2 (SCS, Khafre Jay, N-Depth):

Martin Luther King, yeah he had a dream

And today’s problems require we work as a team

With trust, unity, strength and compassion

Love another’s culture, big up interaction

Verse 2 (Khafre Jay):

I’m from Hunters Point, it ain’t no meltin' pot, to each they own

Respect is shown grown from differences

Flowin' through our sentences

Apprentices of common sense to value each & every one

That * is grimey, but the streets can teach a veteran to walk it kindly

To seek and preach to reach behind me

To get helpin' little kiddies in cities to speak it blindly

I tell ‘em ‘bout the powers that’ll separate the people, put the brown on the

bottom, pass laws to make it legal

They’ll have you hate your own people if you let ‘em

My image’ll be the weapon to get children regressin'

Now we lookin' down on people and oppression

Love the oppressor ‘cause all this money keeps us fresher

Brothers is dying ‘cause all they want is us on some stretchers

So they can prove to others how they said that brown was lesser

Yeah, we come together give a voice to the cause

Stompin' down supremacy and these fake-* laws — it’s time to go

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Verse 3 (N-Depth):

Picture me younger, me and my mothr on the MUNI bus

Everybody starin' and lookin' up in disgust

It was like somebody farted and didn’t know who it was

My mother convinced me that there was beauty in us

Made it to the back, it was 100 percent black

In fact we didn’t feel like we were bein' under attack

With my school books over my lap, I had a chance to observe and react

Asian and Caucasian and then us in the back

So now I learned my people’s place in the world and on the map

Rosa Parks, Martin Luther King, Jr. it’s a wrap

It’s a trap — just like Return of the Jedi

Everybody clap for the U-N-I-T-Y

Yes the odds are stacked up and you will not see why

Unless you stop the hate in your heart and learn to be kind

Kickin' it with the homies S-Class and Khafre

This is a sip of that real, next glass is on me

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