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Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Pusha T
Vocals
Jill Scott
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Gianfranco Reverberi
Songwriter
Susan Duncan-Smith
Songwriter
Terrence Thornton
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Baauer
Producer
Kanye West
Producer
Mano
Producer
Robert Ulsh
Recording Engineer
Fabian Marasciullo
Mixing Engineer
McCoy
Assistant Mixing Engineer
Dave Kutch
Mastering Engineer
Lyrics
I say, hey, sunshine
Oh, how the day can be so long
I say, hey, sunshine (hey, sunshine)
Oh, how the day can be so long
I say, hey
America, you need a miracle
Beyond spiritual
I need a realer view
I hold a mirror to it
These ain't new problems, they just old ways
I see one time turn sunshine into Freddie Gray
Just another nigga dead, just another nigga dead
Send another to the Feds, send another to the Feds
Not guilty, still I'm filthy
In Fox eyes, we the dark side
So they tell you lies
Through a TV, CNBC
CNN, Don Lemon, no Kweli when you meet me
In order to be me
You gotta see what Chief Keef see
Brenda's baby next door to the candy lady
Same project as candy man where they still doing hand-in-hands
Sunday to Sunday, pastor only want one day
Grandma praying someday
But God can't hear it over gun play (woo)
Still a target, but the badge is the new noose
Yeah, we all see it, but cellphones ain't enough proof
So we still lose
I say, hey, sunshine
Oh, how the day can be so long
I say, hey, sunshine (hey, sunshine)
Oh, how the day can be so long
I say, hey
I don't got no march in me, I can't turn the other cheek
While they testing your patience, they just testing my reach
Funeral flowers, every 28 hours
Being laid over ours
Sworn to protect and serve, but who really got the power?
Looking over their allowances
Building prisons where the mountains is
Laptops is for the county kids
Metal detectors is where ours is
They'll never re-write this, like they re-wrote history
The fact that the Statue of Liberty was black is a goddamn mystery
And so it goes, every truth don't get told
All these cops get cleared, and lives are stole
Every goose don't lay gold whoa
Just another nigga dead, just another nigga dead
Send another to the Feds, send another to the Feds
They call in the National Guard
Public Enemy, I am Chuck D
Flavor Flav in Louis V, but I'm Huey P (woo)
The new elite, it's either you or me
Let the sun shine, 'cause their dark clouds try to ruin me
It's more and more and more than Baltimore
From shore to shore, oh, lord
Patience torn, patience gone, oh lord
Hey, sunshine
Oh, how the day can be so long
Hey, sunshine
Oh, how the day
Writer(s): Susan Duncan Smith, Gianfranco Reverberi, Claudio Ghiglino
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