High enough - Intellectual

(High enough)

(Rents up so high got me feeling low, high got me feeling low)

[Verse 1: Prozack Turner]

Too many hipsters, tech nerds and derelicts

You can get your brains blown out for a pair of kicks

Loved livin’ in the town but it costs a grip

Hot bed of drugs, murder and politics

Back before the hispter apocalypse

Wrote rhymes in my room and I was lost in this

Been a minute since I had a job with benefits

So choose when I didn’t have apotheosis

It ain‘t Williamsburg, it ain’t the New Mansion

It ain’t Brooklyn or the West where I’m living

I’ll steal your Fixie bike and drink your Blue Ribbon

Bloody streets where the crime rate’s risen

Stray bullets that hit innocent victims

Murdering muralists and killing musicians

Police, gangsters, terror technicians

Something changed it feels kinda different

[Hook: Prozack Turner]

Rents up so high got me feelin’ low

I don’t wanna leave, but I might need to go

Wanna know why everyone is complaining?

Can’t afford to live in the neigborhood I was raised in

Rents up so high got me feelin’ low

I don’t wanna leave, but I might need to go

Wanna know why everyone is complaining?

Can’t afford to live in the neigborhood I was raised in

[Verse 2: Brother Ali]

Family’s been here for generations

Roots run deep in a location where

People speak your language and

Know your story and

Share your destiny, grief and the glory

Bright nights, red lines and white flight

Shiny suburb, chocolate ghetto midnight

Racism in the GI bill of vanilla-ass middle scene got built

Still, New Orleans gave jazz to the world and

East Oakland let the radicals build and

Village of Harlem, the cultural renaissance

Slaves built DC and lived on

But at the fast food they sell you

And the crap that they bill you

And the lead in the water

That they pass through the filter

Or the police that shoot you

In the back while they filmin’

All the levees get cracked

Water crash through your building

All that didn’t kill you

You’re just that resiliant

Working class, immigrant

Young, black and brilliant

Poor white ally smashing on a system

Here come the cat with the capital to flip their

Oppression, make property dip deep

But you resisting it all give it mystique

They gon’ come and redevelop it eventually

Price you out, you be a economic refugee

They no longer gotta sic dogs on you

Long as the bodega turns Starbucks on you

Now you gotta up and wonder way off yonder

To another town where nobody understand or want you

Damn!

[Hook: Prozack Turner]

Rents up so high got me feelin’ low

I don’t wanna leave, but I might need to go

Wanna know why everyone is complaining?

Can’t afford to live in the neigborhood I was raised in

(Rents up so high got me feeling low, high got me feeling low)

[Verse 3: Prozack Turner]

Check it out though

"Hella hearts Oakland" shirt, he just moved here

Plaid flannel, tight pants and cool beard

Graphic designer, DJ, mixologist

Cookie cutter, cool cracker, it’s monotonous

Poor families are pushed out of communities

For yoga studios, wine and charcuterie

Doggy daycare and two or three breweries

Affordable is what my neigborhood used to be

Huh

I got a six-dollar coffee and a twenty-dollar burger

And a hip bar with bocce

How many selfies can one take for fuck’s sake

Bacon, sriracha, mac and cheese cupcakes

Stray bullets that hit innocent victims

Murdering muralists and killing musicians

Police, gangsters, terror technicians

Something changed it feels kinda different

[Hook: Prozack Turner]

Rents up so high got me feelin’ low

I don’t wanna leave, but I might need to go

Wanna know why everyone is complaining?

Can’t afford to live in the neigborhood I was raised in

Rents up so high got me feelin’ low

I don’t wanna leave, but I might need to go

Wanna know why everyone is complaining?

Can’t afford to live in the neigborhood I was raised in