Quack🦆Quack🙊Talk is Cheap

Quack, quack, it's time to rap,
From the pond to the hood, where the beaks flap.
Listen up, yo, I'm the duck on the block,
Got a story to tell, and it starts with a quack.

Yo, I'm a duck in the hood, life ain't easy,
Leaders quackin' big, but they don't see me.
Talkin' 'bout change, but we stuck in the same,
Feathers ruffled up, and I'm feelin' the pain.
They said we could soar, but we're grounded in mud,
Leaders in the sky, while we're stuck in the flood.
They squawk articulate, "bright and clean,"
But they don't see the grime in our duck scene.

Quack, quack, talk is cheap,
In the pond, where the promises don't run deep.
Quack, quack, where's the change?
In the hood, all we get is more of the same.

Back in '94, they built a cage,
Locked up my brothers, in a fit of rage.
Crime bill passed, and we took the hit,
Leaders said it's progress, but we call it spade.
Busing came around, they said no way,
Kept us all apart, so we couldn't play.
Segregated ponds, ain't no unity,
They quack for peace, but it's hypocrisy.

quack, quack, talk is cheap,
In the pond, where the promises don't run deep.
quack, quack, where's the change?
In the hood, all we get is more of the same.

"You ain't black," they said with a grin,
Dismissing our struggle, the color of our skin.
Leaders playin' games, with our duck pride,
But we see through the quacks, can't let it slide.
Fond of segregation, they reminisce,
Talkin' 'bout the past, with a nostalgic twist.
But we in the present, feelin' the heat,
Feathers on fire, can't stay on repeat.

Poor kids like us, bright and bold,
Just as talented, but left in the cold.
Leaders make promises, but nothing to show,
In the duck hood, we know how it goes.

Quack, quack, talk is cheap,
In the pond, where the promises don't run deep.
Quack, quack, where's the change?
In the hood, all we get is more of the same.

Quack, quack, talk is cheap,
In the pond, where the promises don't run deep.
Quack, quack, where's the change?
In the hood, all we get is more of the same.

So I'm quackin' this track, for my ducks in the street,
We need real change, not just words on a beat.
Leaders, take note, our voices are strong,
From the pond to the world, we've been quiet too long.

Quack, quack, it's a duck's life plight,
In the hood, we fight, every day, every night.
Quack, quack, let the truth take flight,
We demand real change, and we won't stop the fight.