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Lena Jackson
Lena Jackson
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Imani Pressley
Imani Pressley
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Khalil Gay
Khalil Gay
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Craig Jones
Craig Jones
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Raheem Williams
Raheem Williams
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Lyrics

Black lives, baptized in a pool of fire With no new desires, change is coming, your truth expired Look what you inspired, we conspired So sick and tired of your foolish ways Who's to pay for hate we acquired? They hanging us from the top of tree branches like it's the '50s My city, full of confederates, better it for the kiddies My theory? Spread the knowledge and wealth, build our community Economic empowerment, showered with continuity Viewing me as a menace, young, black and I'm vigilant Militant, use my voice as an instrument Get your knee off my neck Boy I'm so sick of this sentiment, it's riddled with prejudice Supposed to be protecting Police act like my nemesis We screaming for justice If you don't give it we busting down every door Now you see what we got in store We televise the revolution, tried to come to best to solutions You would never listen, need equity for my restitution Hi White lives matter, there I said it You happy? 'Cause some of you really give me a headache And don't wanna listen when the protest is silent So how y'all gon' act when the protests get violent? When George Floyd was brutally murdered When he begged for his mother I cried like he was my own brother And I understand a lot of folks were shook like me But that's a different kind of feeling when you look like me And that's a different kind of feeling When you watch a building burn down and it brings you peace That's different kind of healing And I promise I'm not saying that it's right I'll admit it But we're angry, and wanna see things burn so I get it So for my people it's a cold world So I keep a 9 on my side, but you don't see her like J. Cole's girl We will no longer under plan So if I pop a dirty cop I pray they understand Tagem Naysayers will really say this ain't traumatizing Like they ain't see the history of blood on the horizon Like they don't see the point or pain in our uprising, so We just gon' keep raising hell while they're acting surprised And advising us to be calmer Be still, put down that armor But the whole country cloaked in karma, let that fire spread Either two choices, stay woken or stay your ass in bed Middle fingers springing up in the sky while passing feds That's the energy we match That's the pent up rage You got us bent on those you sent up You gon' diss us? We gon' disengage Divest, defund You sold your soul, there is no refund Click clack on our black skin, with a passion At the White House knockin' Let the blacks in This for the fallen, be minorities, majorities That lost their life or dignity in hands of the authorities We wildin' like medievals to be equal Be grateful we ain't go from peaceful to lethal Stay tuned for that sequel, my people Dear whites Can you hear us loud and clear whites? Is this hip-hop too much for you craft beer whites? Holy cow Strangle em up You stop and stare whites Mortal Kombating the struggle It's not their Fight Why nobody got no vision no more? CGIs on call of duty got no missions no more We did before They get it Have a different resolve I hope you feel that fuckin' way when niggas kicked your door Look You always ask me if I'm G, today I got time Riot shields meeting Molotovs, that's a hot line Kill your people not mine Semi pro and drop dimes Bitch The protest is ducking rubber like is bath time I fucking hate it when I see the police I'm vegan I ain't deal with no pig or no beef The whiter the skin The flatter the feet So I only wear docs 'Cause blacks soles is what you feed the police Look I'm black forces I'm black power in black people Skin black, hair black too Black as the blackest evil I'm black as big lips Gold teeth I'm black as Jesus Video the birth of my son and call it black the sequel I'm black as Bernie Mack jokes That means I'm black and loud Black and proud Big drip get 'em wet, I'm blackest cloud I'm black as slaves sold Black as the bodies of panthers under them grave stones Black as them niggas in trees Black as Martin get beat in the streets Black as murder by the hands of police That's why I'm black in the streets And I'll be happy when I'm black and I'm free Until then I'm gon' be black as can be Peace
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