Rey 5osa - Simon Says

Still climbing
33 years worth of life
This the age Jesus died and I’m still rhyming
Tryna make it through a climate
Where we know labels jerking
But we still signing
Can’t believe that this the world that I’m in
Where to be an American idols
We must adhere to the needs of Simon
And do what he says, I’m on the ledge
How can I pledge to these tyrants
Land of the free
Where the Only thing to fear are the sirens
Cause they’re synonymous with my people dying
I cannot hear over the sounds of mothers crying
Cause their sons not breathing
What are the odds we will ever be even
In 2020 gave us 19 and jobs died like Steven
iPhones recording the revolution
only if he was alive to see this
Even still are we the people he’ll choose to be with
Or did blacks make him squeamish
Because our pride is just as large as our Penis
Wild roses with wide noses growing out of the cement
Gods amongst men, yet we treated like we demons
Serpents, property of white merchants
Products of purchase
They wanna dictate what our worth is
Redirect our purpose
Far too familiar with what hurt is
To be a forgiver
Light skin but like Hov said
I’m still a nigga
We the product of absent father figures
Our home town heroes were drug dealers
And killas
Born sinners the opposite of winners
I remember them cold winters with no dinners
With 5%ers preaching peace but there wasn’t a drop of hoe in us
Now everybody woke
What a joke
It's all business
The Fact is they’ll never feel us
But they’ll hear us
Now we stand since they ain’t like us when we were kneelers
And we demand that y’all lock up Brianna’s killers
And now we stand since yall ain’t like us when we were kneelers
And we won’t stop until yall that lock up Brianna’s killers

Written by:
Ray Sosa

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