Hot Night - Meshell Ndegeocello

But it’s a hot night

Let’s talk about the sign o' the times

Politics

And the fight of a revolutionary soul singer

It’s a hot night

Head down to the club

For the piña coladas

Without the alcohol

And let’s talk about the world, y’all

Can you pick me up?

You know I hate driving in the evil city

And baby, read my mind, hit La Caridad

So I can get some coffee

And we can get our talk on

Seems I got caught up in this romanticized idea of revolution

With saviors, prophets, and heroes

But in the silence of my prayers

I had a vision of my hatred dissolving to grains of sand

Realized that to the universe that’s all I really am

Just a grain of sand

I don’t want to get caught up in all that spiritual shit

But it ain’t much to hold onto

We all living in a world built upon

Rape, starvation, greed, need, fascist regimes

White man/rich man democracy

Uh

Suffer in the world trade paradise

Hit me now, come on

But it’s a hot night

Let’s talk about the sign o' the times

Politics

And the fight of a revolutionary soul singer

It’s a hot night

Head down to the club

For the piña coladas

Without the alcohol

And let’s talk about the world, y’all

Let me be the first to say this

Fuck the first b***h ever ask me to buy her some dumb shit

N****s be fightin' for Jordans they can’t afford

Bought in a store, costing more than a hun-dred, yeah

Capitalism got 'em trapped in a vision

That tell lies they watch way more than a sunset, uh

I feed my babies with music, I tell the truth

But now I’m a target in they market, ain’t that a sumummabitch

It’s a urgent emergency courtesy of the counterinsurgency

Tryna murder me, yeah, and now it’s on, and uh

It’s cause I verbally hurdle all they absurdities

Accurate rhyme poem and I survive the storm, and uh

Certainly words can be weapons, if people heard me

They thinkin' they God and they decide what’s right or wrong

They live in a bubble, I live for the struggle

After the fight, we home on a hot night

My woman, it’s nice and warm, but uh

But it’s a hot night

Let’s talk about the sign o' the times

Politics

And the fight of a revolutionary soul singer

It’s a hot night

Head down to the club

For the piña coladas

Without the alcohol

And let’s talk about the world, y’all

Let’s do it, come on

Join the party, fists in the air, everybody for the

Revolutionary soul singer

Side to side, third eye on the prize, we take a ride with the

Revolutionary soul singer

Give the seeds what they need to breathe and proceed, it’s the

Revolutionary soul singer

Word up, yeah, y’all, we prepared, y’all, no fear, y’all

Come on

It’s a shame the way we all run around

It’s a shame the way we all run around

Cause you’re blind baby!

Blind to the facts!

It’s a shame the way we all run around

Cause you’re blind baby!

It’s a shame the way we all run around

I said you’re blind baby!

Blind to the facts of who you are!

But it’s a hot night

Let’s talk about the sign o' the times

Politics

And the fight of a revolutionary soul singer

It’s a hot night

Head down to the club

For the piña coladas

Without the alcohol

And let’s talk about the world, y’all

Let’s do it

«And now of course, that the welfare system has been disestablished — and there

are no jobs, so to speak — for the women who are told, that if they don’t work.

.

they can only get welfare for a certain period of time and then they have to

find a job.

Now they haven’t had the opportunity to go to an institution like

this.

They may not have the skills.

Where are they going to find a job?

And if they have children, how are they going to pay for childcare,

in order to guarantee the conditions which will allow them to work?»