Generation Y lyrics

[Illy:]

Yeah, my Generation Y

It's just what we do!

Yeah, now where were you when the towers fell?

When folk washed away under broke levees and tsunami swells?

And it ain't hard to tell, so wide like it's hard to see

The separation of uzi shells and artistry

Guess it's the heart in me, flowing like an artery

The can't-figure-for-the-life-of-me why our army be

Overseas fighting, Bin Laden been hiding

Oil fields guarded, why the FUCK soldiers been dying?

I'm the first to salute the troops, send 'em prayers

And the first to give a middle finger to the fucks who sent 'em there

And brother, why would I ever care?

How tit-for-tat get us anywhere? Come on, what's the method there?

How's that gon' seek peace?

When did Hip Hop die? Probably the same night as O.D.B

When we gonna realise hope is free?

You can call this a love song, you can call it poetry.. whatever

[Hook:]

Yeah, so we say what we say like it's all or none

Cause we're the ones there when the problems come

So we're the ones tryna change the world

My generation asks why

We fight, we fight, we fight, we fight

We fight, we fight with a fist to the sky

We fight, we fight, we fight, we fight

We fight, we fight with a fist to the sky

[Illy:]

Yeah, what happened to the power of one man's voice

When boys my age die from one man's choice?

Happy sipping brews in the sun with the boys

All I need is a push but fuck a Rolls-Royce

How long we gonna let cash rule in the habit of

Not appreciating what the planet's got?

I stopped, switched off the idiot box, fuck a channel swap

Why not? It's real life when the camera's off

I'm like Martin Luther King with a dream

And it sure as shit don't involve Gretel Killeen

Make use of my God-given right to speak

No threat of bombs dropping's gonna silence me

Ain't it worth it if we die free?

When did Hip Hop die? Probably the same night as B.I.G

This from the heart, piece by piece

You want to call this a love song? Well it's sweet by me.. whatever man

[Hook]

[Illy:]

My mouth drops to the trail blazers, no path guide

To show the way they made, we don't ask why

We just laugh at how the industry was so damn blind

To Hip Hop from our backyard, no gang signs

And no cocked nines, none of that nah

Just hot rhymes from our own kind, young Aussie minds

Why some push poison like the love's there for exploiting?

How long can the culture avoid 'em?

Why bother? We good brother, they took cover

They mainstream, even our big names hooked up underground

I'm asked how I grind till I'm beat

Like why would I stay? Bro, why would I leave?

It's one life, one may do with less

They say Hip Hop died, but that's a lie in the A-U-S

We going strong from strength to strength

Aussie youth of today backed us, so we represent for them.. my dudes man

[Hook]

• Artist:Illy (Australia)
• Album:Long Story Short