Demond Dushawn - 40 Miles

Yes!
DeMond dUshawn here with a public service announcement
Yeah!
That Underground Railroad that shit still going on
We got 40 miles to go
And I'm a put it in a song
We got 40 miles to go
Till the end of the road
I'm here to let you know
They never let go
You thought that we were free
To be who we wanna be
But guns clapping in the streets
I probably never rest in peace
Swing Low sweet Chariot
I'm on my way home
With bodies that I'm carrying
All the way Home
Just Stop and imagine if
You 40 miles from home with
Glocks and some sandwiches
Indiana Jones
Not a place for amateurs huh
You get your brains blown
Chicago introduced me to city life and herringbone's
It seem like I'm stuck in a tunnel
this is ain't a railroad
I'm tryna get free lil daddy
Just Let your guns blow
For Harriet, Malcolm and Martin The Sons of Nazareth
And Rick Dog I love u to death dog
I'm proud ya
But love couldn't save you from death dog
Goodbye to ya
I'm still here reppin my city
Peace to Nadia
And all them other single mothers I can't lie to ya
Life is hard I know lil mamma I seen a lot of ya'
40 Miles to go on this road I know you tired but
Don't give up When times get tough
Word Up!
We got 40 miles to go
Till the end of the road
I'm here to let you know
They never let go
You thought that we were free
To be who we wanna be
But guns clapping in the streets
I probably never rest in peace
Black History is History
Forgot about us
Re-writing history
With white powder
Blind folded loaded and tote it I'm tryna fight the Power
Willie Lynch don't make no sense
I am not a coward
And even if it do make sense
Pass me the baby powder so I could slap the shit out this bitch
Cus the world is ours
Baking soda ain't gone cut it the budget been about us
World renowned talk of the town
They worried sick about us
We are now putting it down
Go Ahead and bitch about us
Could've been a chemist but fuck it
I had a bigger problems
Down and Out
North against South
Three Hundred eighty hours
Civil War will kill us for sure
They separated us
And Just as big the gap in my teeth
They underrated us
So rest in peace to all of my niggaz
Life is scandalous
Like Mike Brown no talk on the town
Go get your camera's
I love life but not like this
Put Yo Hands Up
We got 40 miles to go
Till the end of the road
I'm here to let you know
They never let go
You thought that we were free
To be who we wanna be
But guns clapping in the streets
I probably never rest in peace
And You Got Movies like Roots
That dared to tell the truth
But what about that torture that that actor went through
When Ben Vereen, LeVar Burton mad niggas was hurting
Forced to be who they are not
Whipped, beating and shot
From Alex Halley to these crack babies
Weed and rocks
Forever more southern folklore
We all that we got
A Black Swan, a Black Hawk Down
A reason to chat
If you talking bout breaking law
Then we don't chat
We join gangs and lie to cops about
Immediate facts
So who am I to judge a thug
On how he wearing his hat
America is still a slut
And I love her for that
Because she brown and not black
And I'm attracted to that
But it's a high price to pay for your first day back
With 40 more miles to go bro
Just don't look back
When it's been less than 60 years since Emit Till was killed
But nowadays we date white girls and pop a few pills
Let's go!
We got 40 miles to go
Till the end of the road
I'm here to let you know
They never let go
You thought that we were free
To be who we wanna be
But guns clapping in the streets
I probably never rest in peace
(Because I have a dream, yes I have a dream and so do you, join hands)

Written by:
DeMond Graham

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