N0A - BLAM (feat. CEDDYJAY)

Tell me why the...

Cops keep killing
I don't wanna die as a villain
Pray I make it home to the children
Hands held high to the ceiling
Cops keep killing
I don't wanna die as a villain
Pray I make it home to the children
Hands held high to the ceiling
Screaming
Yeah the people need healing
I don't know bout you
I don't see cops I see demons
No I cannot breathe you press my neck on the cement
Don't want momma to see meh
Soon as she turn on the tv

With a r.i.p but the man still free
And the reason for my death
Cuz I'm black as my jeep
Not a captain ah speak
In ya caption for weeks
Another dead black body lying in the street
Tell me what it takes till we really live free
The badge make you bold but your soul is empty
See me on the block all I feel is envy
Treat me like a thug man that's evidently
Ancestors come down protect me
Devils pushing they tempt me
I be minding my own I don't know why they resent me
We built this country for centuries
In return it's against me
My people fight for your freedom
Know your rights you got plenty
Lord sent me

Cops keep killing
I don't wanna die as a villain
Pray i make it home to the children
Hands held high to the ceiling
Cops keep killing
I don't wanna die as a villain
Pray I make it home to the children
Hands held high to the ceiling
Screaming
Yeah the people need healing
I don't know bout you
I don't see cops I see demons (Uh)
No I cannot breathe you press my neck on the cement uh
Don't want momma to see meh
Soon as she turn on the TV

Fuck 12
Senseless
Why you wanna leave nigga breathless
Guess when you black in Amerikka
You ain't never made it on the guest list
Helicopters? military? feeling like shit is preliminary
Living in my own obituary
Rocking all black that's the shit I'm wearing
Middle finger to that bitch name Karen
And they killing niggas they ain't even caring
Think we had enough and yeah we done with baring
And we fighting back although the shit is daring
Shit let me take a whole breather
Ain't it ironic? now I hit them with the ether
G shit, that's it
Pull up to the protest we pull a Kapnick
Coming from a place where niggas get they cap peeled
Fuck I look like being scared of a blue bitch?
They gone have to shut me up, I got loose lips
I'm young, black, smart they consider me dangerous
A nigga with an attitude, bitch I'm ruthless
You gonna pay me mind better hear my two cents

Cops keep killing
I don't wanna die as a villain
Pray I make it home to the children
Hands held high to the ceiling
Cops keep killing
I don't wanna die as a villain
Pray I make it home to the children
Hands held high to the ceiling
Screaming
Yeah the people need healing
I don't know bout you
I don't see cops I see demons
No I cannot breathe you press my neck on the cement
Don't want momma to see meh
Soon as she turn on the tv

Written by:
Andy De La Rosa, Cedric Preval

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