Harder

This ain't no call to end blackness
But a player has got to be played
It's hurts to be shovelin' dirt y'all
To be calling a spade a spade

Baby. You make it harder for the rest of us
Harder than you've ever had it

Selling the rest of us out
In less than New York minute
Burning down your master's house
While the rest of us niggers still be in it

You big baby
Bein' a martyr don't make you the best of us
JB. You make it harder for the rest of us
Harder than you've ever had it

I'm just trying to understand
The New York Times' effect on this man

Gonna turn it around
Gonna turn it around

ABCDEFG
HIJKLMNOP
QRS&TUV

W. Wipe that smug smile off of your face girl
W. This here's about much more than race girl
W. I can't b'lieve you been making a pass at me (and my people)
W. You misunderstand the word 'compassionately'

I'm thinking we got different Jesuses
Mine preaches love and understanding and forgiveness
Mine preaches strength comes through humility
Yours is all hellfire vengeance futility
My Jesus never preached that might makes right
My Jesus wonders how you sleep at night
My Jesus weeps when you use His book to justify
Sending our boys and girls in uniform to kill and die

He said: 'The meek shall inherit the earth'
He said: 'The meek shall inherit the earth'
He said: 'The meek shall inherit the earth'

Ashes to ashes and dirt to dirt

W. You make it harder for the rest of us
W. You make it harder for the rest of us
Harder than you've ever had it

Somewhere a little boy is struggling with things you ain't never had to deal with
Somewhere a little boy is trying his damnedest just to get by

'I'm thinking you and me got different Jesuses.'

NOTE: The rough mix of the song "Harder" is temporarily offline in anticipation of the official release of SPY LOVE BOX July 30, 2005.

This song was supposed to be about one clown who messed it up for a lot of people who weren't doing anything wrong at all. A pimp slap in honor of those who aren't allowed to fail on their own merits because they aren't perceived as succeeding on their own merits. (Keyword: "perceived.")

Gotta work twice as hard for half as much, as my momma always says.

But I couldn't call the first guy on his wrongdoing (and, most offensively, the speed with which he sold the story of his wrongdoing once he got caught) without reminding all of the "tsk-tsk" and "I-told-you-so" people of their own hypocrisies.

And as with many songs on the Babylon record, that was going to be done as an attack on the symbolic Miss America, as another not-so-cryptic metaphor of a failed, abusive relationship.

Except I recorded the demo on September 12, 2004.

And that final verse became something very different.

September 12 will do that to you.

A lot more direct.

A lot more pointed.

I mean, you want to talk about someone who's been given a pass all his life because of who he is?

Forget JB: this is the guy.

Breaking it down into a language he can understand.

For the son of President, from the son a preacher man.

It breaks the unspoken rule I had with the Babylon record: attack the policies, not the personalities. Put it in the context of history.

But history is now.

And lately the headlines are killing me.

So I've about had it with being polite.

Peace,


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	Harder (FROM THE ALBUM SPY LOVE BOX) This ain't no call to end blackness But a player has got to be played It's hurts to be shovelin' dirt y'all To be calling a spade a spade Baby. You make it harder for the rest of us Harder than you've ever had it Selling the rest of us out In less than New York minute Burning down your master's house While the rest of us niggers still be in it You big baby Bein' a martyr don't make you the best of us JB. You make it harder for the rest of us Harder than you've ever had it I'm just trying to understand The New York Times' effect on this man Gonna turn it around Gonna turn it around ABCDEFG HIJKLMNOP QRS&TUV W. Wipe that smug smile off of your face girl W. This here's about much more than race girl W. I can't b'lieve you been making a pass at me (and my people) W. You misunderstand the word 'compassionately' I'm thinking we got different Jesuses Mine preaches love and understanding and forgiveness Mine preaches strength comes through humility Yours is all hellfire vengeance futility My Jesus never preached that might makes right My Jesus wonders how you sleep at night My Jesus weeps when you use His book to justify Sending our boys and girls in uniform to kill and die He said: 'The meek shall inherit the earth' He said: 'The meek shall inherit the earth' He said: 'The meek shall inherit the earth' Ashes to ashes and dirt to dirt W. You make it harder for the rest of us W. You make it harder for the rest of us Harder than you've ever had it Somewhere a little boy is struggling with things you ain't never had to deal with Somewhere a little boy is trying his damnedest just to get by	'I'm thinking you and me got different Jesuses.' NOTE: The rough mix of the song "Harder" is temporarily offline in anticipation of the official release of SPY LOVE BOX July 30, 2005. This song was supposed to be about one clown who messed it up for a lot of people who weren't doing anything wrong at all. A pimp slap in honor of those who aren't allowed to fail on their own merits because they aren't perceived as succeeding on their own merits. (Keyword: "perceived.") Gotta work twice as hard for half as much, as my momma always says. But I couldn't call the first guy on his wrongdoing (and, most offensively, the speed with which he sold the story of his wrongdoing once he got caught) without reminding all of the "tsk-tsk" and "I-told-you-so" people of their own hypocrisies. And as with many songs on the Babylon record, that was going to be done as an attack on the symbolic Miss America, as another not-so-cryptic metaphor of a failed, abusive relationship. Except I recorded the demo on September 12, 2004. And that final verse became something very different. September 12 will do that to you. A lot more direct. A lot more pointed. I mean, you want to talk about someone who's been given a pass all his life because of who he is? Forget JB: this is the guy. Breaking it down into a language he can understand. For the son of President, from the son a preacher man. It breaks the unspoken rule I had with the Babylon record: attack the policies, not the personalities. Put it in the context of history. But history is now. And lately the headlines are killing me. So I've about had it with being polite. Peace, B.