Step N2 The Sun Written/Performed: Blunts LLA for Undaestimated Music(ASCAP) Produced: by JellyRoll for DenverStreet(BMI)&Kannikedoesit{ASCAP}
1st Verse
You’d think they’d be grateful, but nah, all they do is complain,
saying there’s too many of us taking their jobs, that’s insane,
yeah we got strength in numbers, but we’re not high on authority,
got Pete Wilson shittin’ bricks cause we’re no longer minorities,
fuckin’ nerve of them to say that we’re takin’ the good jobs,
I thought all we were good for was lootin’, shootin’, and mowing lawns,
false claims of affirmitive action, you have no clue,
You’re BITCHMADE, that’s why you couldn’t do the work we do,
manual labor, yo Rush Limbaugh, do me a favor,
why don’tcha get your fat ass out the refrigerator,
and step into the sun, and take the place of a working man,
an under-paid honest man, Latino in the struggle, man,
get on your knees and pick that whole row of fruit,
when you’re done with that row, you got 50 more to go,
that’s 51 U.S. cause I added a state,
I named it Paranoia, fueled by the governments HATE,
Oh, you gettin’ tired? Your pot belly’s gettin’ hot?
We put in work to make a knot,- you can’t hang?
That’s what I thought.

2nd Verse
I woke up at 5am today, like yesterday I didn’t fuss,
Gotta hurry up and make sure I don’t miss the bus,
If I don’t work, I don’t eat, It’s obvious,
It don’t stop till my meal tickets come in surplus,
You go the extra mile just to make it double hard for us,
Keep playin’ with a loaded gun it’s guaranteed to bust,
Oppressed people always find a way out, don’t get nervous,
But I’m feelin’ like Brand Nubian, In Gats We Trust,
Now I’m on the bus and this is exactly what I mean,
Havin’ us packed and crammed up like some fuckin’ sardines,
No disrespect mista busdriver,
but I’m not about to pay a buck 35 to stand up for a fuckin’ hour,
plus a quarter for a transfer twice a day?
You must be crazy, I’m steppin’ in anyway,
All the way to the back, where all the real headz is at,
A couple fools hittin’ up, and a wino drinkin’ jack,
Feelin’ trapped, as the L.A. heat creeps up inside,
Slowly but surely, like the sun, we’ll rise, and uprise.

3rd Verse
Only so much one can take, as a people we’re gettin’ raped,
Mentally, financially with no papes, and No Grapes,
like Ceasar Chavez, we dyin’ for this, A TODA MADRE!, ya sabes,
now the busdriver is passin’ up bustops and signs,
mothers try chasing ‘em down, leaving their kids behind,
like proposition 227, I voted no on 187,
cause I know these crooked politicians won’t go to heaven,
Fuck that! we goin’ back, BLUNTS LLA a man of many hats,
I’m takin’ the wheel, and that’s that,
Pull it in reverse, goin’ at least 10 plus,
Ain’t nobody fuckin’ with the Rough, Tough and Dangerous,
Pickin’ everybody up, what you thought I wasn’t?
Even rolled up on my ex-girl and her fine ass cousin,
Droppin’ em off where they won’t half to walk, fuck talk,
In 2001, the pale white horse is outlined in chalk,
Generation Mex, complex, but highly intellectual,
Ignore us and feel the adverse effects, I bet you all….
STEP N2 THE SUN

Undaestimated Music 2001(ascap}


Artist comments on making of song “Step N2 the Sun” “I wrote that song on the bus on my way to a job I had. I’d be on a crowded ass bus, seeing my people migrate from the LA area into the nice neighborhoods of Westwood, Beverly Hills and Santa Monica. If you go into a restaurant in those neighborhoods, who do you think is washing the dishes, us. Who is cleaning the homes in those areas, us. Who is doing the yard work, us. I feel like we’re the modern day slaves in this country. But, the second a white man can’t get a job; they point the finger at us. That’s bullshit. We’re filling the jobs no one else is taking, and getting paid shit to do them. I had to speak for a group with no voice. This group of our people represent our mothers and aunts, brothers and uncles. JellyRoll heard the lyrics and made the beat on the spot. That’s one talented muthafucka right there. He produced it and sang the hook. I got emotional in the studio that day, and added a little heartfelt message to my people in the struggle, at the end of the song. The Ollin Project is a perfect vehicle for this song to be heard. It’s some powerful shit.” - BLUNTS LLA