Jordan Hawkins - 2020

20/20 vision's on my brain
2020 looking insane
I got twenty twenty nightmares on my mental
2020 ain't gon be gentle
I just lit twenty three candles
Gotta thank God I made it this far
They hanging Black folks with the ropes
wearing cloaks like a ghost
but they won't call it murder
How many names we gotta say
Still fighting for our freedom every day
They will never give it away
Grandma and them tried to pray
How many of us will they slay
I'm sick of the flower bouquets
Let's get the revolution underway
Bout time we make these mother fuckers pay
20/20 vision's on my brain
2020 looking insane
I got twenty twenty nightmares on my mental
2020 ain't gon be gentle
My feet are sore but I can't rest
We need to arrest to bring progress, to bring justice
Divest in pigs and reinvest
In the oppressed and the silenced
How many names we gotta say
Still fighting for our freedom every day
They will never give it away
Grandma and them tried to pray
How many of us will they slay
I'm sick of the flower bouquets
Let's get the revolution underway
Bout time we make these mother fuckers pay

Written by:
JORDAN HAWKINS

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