The Space Program
by A Tribe Called Quest
Sit and wonder sometimes, I read the paper every day. All these happenings is cycular, just happen different ways, and the president's refined, in her wing she's confined with about thirty Percocets and five bottles of wine. Carolina nothing finer than a black woman who climbs to the top of the state building claiming that "That flag is mine!" Now, people on top of people, feels like we can't breathe. Put so much in this mothafucka, feel like we shouldn't leave. Put it on TV, put it in movies, put it in our face. These notions and ideas and citizens live in space. I chuckle just like all of y'all, absurdity, after all. Takes money to get it running and money for trees to fall. Imagine for one second all my people are colored, please. Imagine for one second all the people in poverty. No matter the skin tone, culture or time zone. Think the ones who got it would even think to throw you a bone? Moved you out your neighborhood, did they find you a home? Nah cypher, probably no place to. Imagine if this shit was really talkin' about space, dude.🏁
Submitted by kiara - 04/06/2026
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The Space Program
by A Tribe Called Quest
Sit and wonder sometimes, I read the paper every day. All these happenings is cycular, just happen different ways, and the president's refined, in her wing she's confined with about thirty Percocets and five bottles of wine. Carolina nothing finer than a black woman who climbs to the top of the state building claiming that "That flag is mine!" Now, people on top of people, feels like we can't breathe. Put so much in this mothafucka, feel like we shouldn't leave. Put it on TV, put it in movies, put it in our face. These notions and ideas and citizens live in space. I chuckle just like all of y'all, absurdity, after all. Takes money to get it running and money for trees to fall. Imagine for one second all my people are colored, please. Imagine for one second all the people in poverty. No matter the skin tone, culture or time zone. Think the ones who got it would even think to throw you a bone? Moved you out your neighborhood, did they find you a home? Nah cypher, probably no place to. Imagine if this shit was really talkin' about space, dude.🏁
Submitted by kiara - 04/06/2026
Song Rap 5.81 Ranked