The injustices that African-Americans have experienced for ages has reached its peak. The difference this time around is: We refuse to sit passively, twiddle our thumbs, and allow the ignorance & racism to continue. Today, we fight for these changes by all means necessary. Why? Because we can, and we will get what we deserve. #BlackLivesMatter
lyrics
(Intro):
Straight to it...
(Verse 1):
Look how they treat us; the governments and crooked policemen.
I saw the clip and wished I wouldn't of seen it: head pushed to the cement.
This broken turntable's good for repeatin'.
They think they own the air we inhale. It gets took if we breathe it.
Shit. I'm scared we're in Hell. Won't cushion my thesis.
Science says that everything is matter, but whenever we get battered,
it's as if we don't exist. I'm shook 'cause my features
forever seem not flattering. The blacker the berry, the quicker
we're booked or deleted. All Lives are important,
but when some get shoved to the floor before others, give me a good enough reason
to believe that we're really looked at as equals
'cause all I see is pinewood for my people. Listen...
It's beyond political, not so minimal. Cops are fillin' their glocks
to lick a few shots, often for the profit / revenue.
Why the ridicule? Check Fox. It's no conspiracy.
They see I'm black and say they're fearin' me, but it's so clear to see...
they itch for blood and wish for us to disappear with ease.
I guess that's Black Magic, huh? Well, that's enough.
George Floyd was the icing on the cake. The celebrations cease.
You'll pay the price until you're broke. Until then, may he lay in peace...
(Bridge):
I can't take it.
No. We can't take it.
(Hook)
I'm surrounded by the same old faces
full of hatred, full of hatred.
Always going through these cycles and mazes.
Tell me what's our destination?
Dystopia.
Dystopia.
Dystopia.
Dystopia.
(Verse 2):
How do I feel safe in my own skin when these pieces of shit
always discriminate without knowin' my personality-traits?
When I show 'em, stereotypes activate in their brain.
They can't focus or face me like grown men.
Decades of atrocious behavior. I'm so sick.
Every day, I wanna' wake and spray up these known pigs.
I walk around with a knife, prayin' I don't get
confronted for how I look, or berated and scolded -
and I'll be damned if I'm gunned down, stamped, or choked
just for a worthless bitch like Candace Owens to defend it, man. I won't.
Fuck you and everyone that you stand with, hoe;
another house-negro protecting connections. They watch you dance for show.
I can't take this.
No, we can't take this.
(Bridge):
We gon' get some changes,qt
and go to war 'til we make it. (X2)
(Hook)
I'm surrounded by the same old faces
full of hatred, full of hatred.
Always going through these cycles and mazes.
Tell me what's our destination?
Dystopia.
Dystopia.
Dystopia.
Dystopia.
credits
released June 8, 2020
Songwriting, Production, Engineering, and Vocals by: Notebook. Graphic-Design by: Danny Void. (www.dannyvoid.com)
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