The Roots: Lost desire

[Hook: ?uestlove (x2)]It's the love, in your heartOr the pain, in your mindNo one cares, what the truth isCause 'em fortunes, they don't lie[Malik B.]Ok, uh-huh, ok, yoI'm exhausted, but I never ever forfeitY'all just bullshit while I knock a nigga off quickY'all start speaking in tongues and start reaching for gunsA militant will put this heat in your lungsThe street and the slums, the weekend is doneThe local class always show you what heat is becomeThe seasons are done, and reasons are nonePeople dyin' bullets flyin' cause they squeezin' for funIt's all of a nightmare, that's right thereThey hopin' that somebody in the hood just might careWith all this protestin' and rallyin', death toll tallyin'Foul smells around them, pails in the alley an'Corner filled with teddy bears, cause they killed a child again,They sing about murder, so it ain't a song it's hollerin'Get off the choir with your soft attire,Niggas out here don't give a fuck, cause they Lost Desire[Hook x2][Talib Kweli]YeahMy city's full of, heartbreakers and stargazersWho puff garsh VegasSo they "Gone with the wind", like Clark Gable,Breathin' like Darth Vader, believin' in dark angelYeah, we got flags, but they not star-spangledWe not patriotic, the heroes are not them,Ghetto grills like rims, you stop, they still spinTall tales at the bar, witnessed after darkAnd we still stop in and chicken and (?) TimbsAnd listen to RakimWith the way that y'all beenFor realla, I hadn't been schemin' to ply inYou fear us? Fear is self, personifiedPayin' homage to homicidePrayin' to the dollar signIt's idol/idle worship, the rebel forcesBodies lie at the foundation of the fortressThis is war, we expect some lossesAnd we comin' for the heads of the bosses[Hook x2][Black Thought]YoWe on some casualties of war shitWhat you stand for, kid?We in the city where they definitely lost itYou open your eye-lids and get capped in the ribsYour funeral they have your 12th grade portraitPretty corpse in casket, bell-shaped orchidsSaid he 19 and left a self-made fortuneAnd left three orphansNow he in a box with the same chain and watchThat never came off himIt's a shame what it cost himWhere he come from it ain't nothin'It's a everyday thing, that's a problemIt's chambers revolvin'Bustin' like Russian rouletteWith a full set, they change what the odds is,Flames in the mosque, and people held hostageEveryday I struggle, try to get up out the mosh-pitHomicide for profit, tell me how we not sick?This shit is out of control, they can't stop it[Hook x1]It's the love... [echoes]