QreativeQU - Fidgety

Had to turn the news off, got me feelin fidgety
We in a Quagmire, but no giggity
The blood dry Black on the Street, no diggity
And I don't hear the help comin', it's so crickety
Listening ? They're not
Both sides have hope, we all want it to stop
Ours is 'bout the violence, politics and dirty cops
Theirs is 'bout protestin' cause news of it lowers stocks
So they create other distractions and bury us with the rocks
I'm curious if they even understand what the worry is
Or if they take it serious
The bubble gon' pop cause the people are furious
In the age of smartphones we need less help to tell what the story is
Until victory is within our reach and the sun shine glorious
Every day there's more of us
Hopin' that there's more to this
How my people gon' pay for high power lawyers when they can barely afford a fifth
Missed the court date cause no gas and now they forfeitin'
Six feet under where they want us and we four foot in
Got to see it for yourself boy, I can't force it in
I'm alive, he not, guess I was fortunate
Prayin' thanks to God, the demons really torturin'
Lost the light on my path, then He came through torchin' it
Workin' on myself for when someone's insubordinate
My response, to the trigger, sometimes disproportionate
That's why I keep it low key and stress free
Prefer to go out where they don't know me and that's key
I be in my bag, my lonely's refreshing
Gettin' lost in thought, I owe me this blessing
Yopp

The Copper's caught another body
And after review by Homi'
They refuse release of findings
But that releases the violence
Muzzles to mute and silence
AdSeg confinements and reconsignments
And still missin' what the sign says
Please read the signage
Decrease the carnage
Release from bondage
The part of your soul that's honest
Nothin' beyond this
I know this is tart
But that's where it start
Not without a change a heart
When everybody do their part
Will the seas seem to part
'Til then seize and depart
The way it's done is an art

Every days a new canvas
I need true answers
Study while they do dances
Tools brandish
Blue manage
To do damage and screw families
Be glad it was caught on dudes cameras
It's crazy out
It's not hazy cause they light
They light cause it's hazy out
They don't tell you to put it out
Nahh, they just put you out
Up early on a paper route
Or tryin' to get a run in
Productive member of society
Dead after a run-in
Cell phone in the hand
That they swore there was a gun in
And that's how it be
In the land of the brave
No, we're not free

Written by:
Quion Gunning

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