paroles de chanson Call Your Name - B.Keyz

Back on a beat to shake the elite
We keep running this rat race just to get a taste of defeat
Hustling for a check tryna reach the end of the week
Till we make it out of the ghetto and look back but never reach
To lend a helping hand to them people that need uplifting
I write these words for those who feeling stuck inside a system
Like a 64 cartridge, becoming more heartless
At this point we ain't even living we just existing
Ain't shit that we can do only sigh and pray for relief
While some of us making mils, others die and lay in the street
A lot of us getting shot target practice for the police
They treating us like we're dogs plan on keeping us on a leash
So we don't get too far, we losing touch with who we are
Spending what we don't got tryna lives of movie stars
But we don't get no trophies, award shows or applauses
The streets are lined with blood, they rolling out them red carpets
At the head of office
Got a president we don't fuck wit
An ignorant misogynistic racist we been stuck with
Money is power, at least that seems to be the case
Cause he was filthy rich and used that same power to win this race
If we don't get it straight, can't even call ourselves United States
We've been divided for some time now, it seems to be our fate
They say let's make it great again
Ain't heard a bigger fable than
They say that we gon' can make it in a place we know they hate us in
Playing my position, only praying y'all gon' listen
Paved a out for the kids who left the school 'fore we dismissed em
And ain't no cap and gown they cap you down without an issue
Clowns with pistols shooting rounds around the town I hope they miss you
And hit the ground
Instead of getting past it we just pass it down
To offspring like a offering plate in church when they get passed around
Often days I wonder if we'll wake up out this slumber
I used to blaze and reminisce on days when I was younger
Vacations in the summer
Lately been working through em
Telling you bout my life so these people could say they knew em
Everything that I write it describes a pain in my life
This is Gotham but ain't no Bane or Bruce Wayne to bang in the night
No option of staying sane when it's danger hanging with likes of gangbangers slanging the white
Better hang it and say goodnight
Maintaining a heinous fight
While I'm swinging aiming a right to put haters on they hiatus, if I landed I think I might
A man that'll put his hand on a bible and plan his rival's arrivals
And blam him right where he standing to span his life
Instead just hand me a mic
I been planning to make it right
I'm standing up for my people
Won't be no handcuffs tonight
Just throw this shit on repeat
We don't need no bombs in the street
No Molotovs to be tossed just a talk to maybe to make peace
It's every man for himself in the land where they're scared to help
See my grandma raised me too well
Any mess I'll Handle myself