TiRon & Ayomari - May 30th, 2020 (Youth Rebellion)
What it feel likeWhen they kick the door in
With a shotgun cocked
Aim it at your head
Bet you scared now
How the hell did I get here
I guess I'm bad luck
So I put it in the air
A sip of whiskey burn easy like a bullet
Through a 16 year old black kid
I guess it missed me
By a minute
Mind your business
Ain't it risky?
See I ain't trying to go home yet
What it smell like?
Burnt tires on fire
Hyperventilate
Fade away when I'm reminded
What my place is
What I make and who I paid just to cage us
Tired of drinking lemonade
What's the flavor
Probably pain
Probably rage and probably anger
Old folks praying
Say they trying to save us
Old tropes stay steady
Trying to change us
But I ain't trying to go home yet
Do you hear
Are you listening
Don't you see what we're living in
Do you know where the children are
Do you know where your children are
Written by:
TiRon Jeffries
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