Raised in Cali, communicating a message as an artist … Read Full Bio ↴The Sho Story:
Raised in Cali, communicating a message as an artist has always been a part of who Sho is. Introduced to Hip Hop at a young age, he grew to love its content and attitude. Living in Southern California during the height of Gangsta Rap presented its challenges to many youth, as well as Sho. In high school Sho and some friends from his neighborhood formed a rap group that began touring with major recording artists. But his life took a different turn after the rap group fizzled, and close friends were killed and others incarcerated due to the gang life they led. The message of his life began to change.
He decided to heed his father's advice and apply to college, pursuing education instead of the streets. At the time, Christ was not a part of his life, but his older brother, his father, and a leader at his church, had always promoted education and having a personal relationship with Jesus Christ. Sho continued on to Tuskegee University, and it was there, that the seeds that they planted in him finally took root.
While in college, through the lives of some solid Christians on campus, the Lord rescued him and redeemed his heart. Sho's message changed from promoting himself and Hip Hop to promoting Christ, and now he wants the world to see the Lord at work in him. Our popular culture today elevates the lifestyles of rappers who promote ideas that only destroy our culture, but because of God's grace Sho has a different message: "Turn My Life Up"
What if the Programmed Culture could see the change Christ made in him and be transformed by God's Grace to impact lives and revolutionize our world? Not desiring fame or personal glory, Sho invites you to listen to his message and see how God can "Rebuild the Culture"
Liar's Anthem
Sho Baraka Lyrics
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Pimpin', pimpin', pimpin', murder, murder, sell drugs
Pimpin', pimpin', pimpin', murder, murder, sell drugs
Pimpin', pimpin', pimpin', murder, murder, sell drugs
I step outta the front door
Music is inflating my ego
It's hard to just let go
The streets then repeat it like echoes
The picture thats painted,
It makes me wanna live life dangerous
It makes me wanna be rich and famous
I know it ain't righteous
But they make it look so enticing
It attacks my ears like it's Tyson,
Takes a bite of my conscience
Watch me bob my head to some nonsense
Rob, steal, kill, and speak bondage
I could be truthful, I used to be silent
But its got your boy straight fillin' with violence
I'm using the ladies, I used to respect them
And now your boy say anything just to sex them
I used to modest, I used to be honest
Now I do anything to get those dollars
'Cause I love...
Pimpin', pimpin', pimpin', murder, murder, sell drugs (what)
Pimpin', pimpin', pimpin', murder, murder, sell drugs (what)
Pimpin', pimpin', pimpin', murder, murder, sell drugs (what)
Pimpin', pimpin', pimpin', murder, murder, sell drugs
Pimpin', pimpin', pimpin', murder, murder, sell drugs (that's what they want)
Pimpin', pimpin', pimpin', murder, murder, sell drugs (that's what they want)
Pimpin', pimpin', pimpin', murder, murder, sell drugs (that's what they want)
Pimpin', pimpin', pimpin', murder, murder, sell drugs
Record execs make a killin',
"Yeah we could pay you in millions"
Cash to the ceiling, don't trust your conviction or feelin'
You'll be just misleading some children
Their parents will blame you
You communicate what you've been through
They don't understand you're a black dude
And one that does rap too
They just complain and they hassle
They would do it too if they had to
You just make paper, we don't need to know where it came from
You didn't make the rope which they hang from
Cocaine and that handgun, everyone there saw 'em the same bruh
But this is the country of freedom
You can have women, you can have diamonds
This is what sells, greed, sex, drugs, and violence
Package these items, for people to buy them
And one day you would be an executive giant
Produce and sell...
Pimpin', pimpin', pimpin', murder, murder, sell drugs (what)
Pimpin', pimpin', pimpin', murder, murder, sell drugs (what)
Pimpin', pimpin', pimpin', murder, murder, sell drugs (what)
Pimpin', pimpin', pimpin', murder, murder, sell drugs
Pimpin', pimpin', pimpin', murder, murder, sell drugs (that's what they want)
Pimpin', pimpin', pimpin', murder, murder, sell drugs (that's what they want)
Pimpin', pimpin', pimpin', murder, murder, sell drugs (that's what they want)
Pimpin', pimpin', pimpin', murder, murder, sell drugs (Paul)
Who's at fault for ignoring Paul shootin' right for them Jordans
'Cause Nike extortin' the loyalty of poor man's emotions
Without them they feel less important
And how about athletes, they come from the same back-streets
And they could make them shoes a lot more cheap
And how about rappers, they boast about evil
They say the same stuff they got copied from Kinko's
And what are the wealthy, that keep on complainin'
They ask for legislation and they think that will change men
And how about churches, they become obsolete
They call more meetings just to talk about outreach
And have more workshops, and hear more men speak
And just repeat all the deep thoughts a dead man inked
Who's without blame here, I guess we're all guilty
In the core of mans heart, yeah were all filthy
Man has no standards, he thinks he has answers
We all got disease and it's much worse than cancer
He speaks with the father, he wants your allegiance
He plays God's role, yeah it's like we don't need him
But he hates...
Pimpin', pimpin', pimpin', murder, murder, sell drugs (what)
Pimpin', pimpin', pimpin', murder, murder, sell drugs (what)
Pimpin', pimpin', pimpin', murder, murder, sell drugs (what)
Pimpin', pimpin', pimpin', murder, murder, sell drugs
Pimpin', pimpin', pimpin', murder, murder, sell drugs (that's what they want)
Pimpin', pimpin', pimpin', murder, murder, sell drugs (that's what they want)
Pimpin', pimpin', pimpin', murder, murder, sell drugs (that's what they want)
Pimpin', pimpin', pimpin', murder, murder, sell drugs
The lyrics of Sho Baraka's song "Liar's Anthem" are a commentary on the music industry, specifically the glorification of violence, drugs, and sex in rap music. The repeated phrase "pimpin', murder, sell drugs" is meant to satirize the message that many popular rap songs convey. The artist describes how the music he hears makes him feel dangerous and how it attacks his conscience. He confesses to engaging in violent and exploitative behavior towards women, and to being motivated by money and fame.
Baraka also addresses how the record industry profits from this kind of music, regardless of the harmful effects it may have on society. He takes aim at the hypocrisy of wealthy individuals who call for change, and at the church for becoming obsolete. In the end, he suggests that everyone has responsibility for the state of the world, and that true change will only come from a spiritual transformation.
Overall, the song is a scathing criticism of the music industry, consumer culture, and societal norms that normalize and even promote harmful behavior.
Line by Line Meaning
Pimpin', pimpin', pimpin', murder, murder, sell drugs
Engaging in illegal and exploitative activities such as pimping, murder, and selling drugs
I step outta the front door
Leaving the comfort of one's own home
Music is inflating my ego
The music is boosting my sense of self-importance
It's hard to just let go
It is difficult to release oneself from the influence of the music
Beats bangin' thoughts in my torso
The rhythm of the beats is stimulating my mind and body
The streets then repeat it like echoes
The message of the streets is constantly reinforced and echoed
The picture that's painted
The image that is portrayed
It makes me wanna live life dangerous
It compels me to desire a risky and dangerous lifestyle
It makes me wanna be rich and famous
It inspires me to pursue wealth and fame
I know it ain't righteous
I am aware that it is not morally right
But they make it look so enticing
However, they present it in a way that is highly appealing
It attacks my ears like it's Tyson
It aggressively captures my attention, much like a boxer Mike Tyson
Takes a bite of my conscience
It negatively impacts my moral judgment
Watch me bob my head to some nonsense
I mindlessly enjoy and nod my head to meaningless lyrics
Rob, steal, kill, and speak bondage
Engaging in illegal activities and promoting a state of slavery
I could be truthful, I used to be silent
I have the capacity to speak the truth, but I previously chose to remain silent
But it's got your boy straight fillin' with violence
However, it has influenced me to become filled with violent tendencies
I'm using the ladies, I used to respect them
I am exploiting women, disregarding the respect I once had for them
And now your boy say anything just to sex them
Now I am willing to say anything in order to have sexual relations with them
I used to be modest, I used to be honest
I used to possess humility and integrity
Now I do anything to get those dollars
Now I am willing to do anything to accumulate wealth
'Cause I love...
Because I have a strong desire for...
Record execs make a killing
Record executives profit greatly
Yeah we could pay you in millions
They can offer large sums of money as payment
Cash to the ceiling, don't trust your conviction or feelin'
Overflowing amounts of money, but one must not rely on their personal beliefs or emotions
You'll be just misleading some children
You will merely deceive and misguide young individuals
Their parents will blame you
These young individuals' parents will hold you responsible
You communicate what you've been through
You express your own experiences
They don't understand you're a black dude
They fail to comprehend that you are a black man
And one that does rap too
And specifically one who is involved in the rap genre
They just complain and they hassle
They only complain and bother you
They would do it too if they had to
If they were in your shoes, they would do the same
You just make paper, we don't need to know where it came from
You simply generate income, and we are not concerned about its origin
You didn't make the rope which they hang from
You did not create the system that oppresses them
Cocaine and that handgun, everyone there saw 'em the same bruh
The presence of cocaine and a handgun is evident to everyone
But this is the country of freedom
Nevertheless, this is a nation that claims to uphold freedom
You can have women, you can have diamonds
You can possess women and material wealth, such as diamonds
This is what sells, greed, sex, drugs, and violence
These are the things that are marketable: greed, sex, drugs, and violence
Package these items, for people to buy them
These items are packaged and sold to consumers
And one day you would be an executive giant
And eventually, you would become a powerful executive
Produce and sell...
Create and market...
Who's at fault for ignoring Paul shootin' right for them Jordans
Who is to blame for disregarding the issues that Paul, a man in need, is facing while everyone is focused on buying expensive sneakers (Jordans)
'Cause Nike extortin' the loyalty of poor man's emotions
Because Nike is taking advantage of the emotions and loyalty of underprivileged individuals
Without them they feel less important
Without these expensive shoes, they feel a decrease in their sense of self-worth
And how about athletes, they come from the same back-streets
What about athletes who originate from similar disadvantaged neighborhoods
And they could make them shoes a lot more cheap
And they have the ability to produce these shoes at a much lower cost
And how about rappers, they boast about evil
As for rappers, they often brag about indulging in immoral actions
They say the same stuff they got copied from Kinko's
They repeat the same content they obtained from others, similar to copying from a printing store (Kinko's)
And what are the wealthy, that keep on complainin'
And what about the wealthy individuals who continue to express dissatisfaction
They ask for legislation and they think that will change men
They demand new laws and believe this will bring about transformative change in society
And how about churches, they become obsolete
And what about churches that have become outdated and irrelevant
They call more meetings just to talk about outreach
They hold countless meetings solely to discuss their efforts to reach out to others
And have more workshops, and hear more men speak
They organize additional workshops and invite more speakers, predominantly men
And just repeat all the deep thoughts a dead man inked
And they simply reiterate the profound ideas written by deceased individuals
Who's without blame here, I guess we're all guilty
Who can be considered blameless in this situation? I suppose we are all at fault
In the core of man's heart, yeah we're all filthy
Deep within the essence of a person's heart, we are all morally corrupted
Man has no standards, he thinks he has answers
Humanity lacks proper moral guidelines, yet individuals believe they possess the solutions
We all got disease and it's much worse than cancer
We are all afflicted with a sickness, one that is far more detrimental than cancer
He speaks with the father, he wants your allegiance
God communicates with humanity and desires their loyalty
He plays God's role, yeah it's like we don't need him
He arrogantly assumes the role of God, as if we can live without Him
But he hates...
But God hates...
Contributed by Dominic A. Suggest a correction in the comments below.
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