Songtexte Too Much - Marsalis Davis

Ah, Ah, Ah ha, Ah
I got too much
I got too
I got too much
I got too

Aye
I got too much, I got too much
I got too much, I got too much
I got too much, I got too much
I got too much, I got too much
I got too much, aye
I got too much, aye, aye, aye
I got too much, aye
I got too much

My people they dying they lie in the street
Just trying to get home
Now there's blood on the leaves
Congested with bullets
Now it's really getting harder to breathe
When your skin is impacted by melanin
They just want you underneath, yea
I will never be silent
I know I'm stepping in hot water
But I've been diving
Cold killings on the innocent they wanna keep private
Moms crying, sixteen years dead
Before he can even hit college
They're kidnapping our women
Then sell them to markets
Black skin is new gold
And the hood is the target
Black on black crime
Makes it easy to harvest
Garnet on pistols
Yellow sands fills the carcass

I got too much, I got too much
I got too much, I got too much
I got too much, I got too much
I got too much, I got too much
I got too much, aye
I got too much, aye, aye, aye
I got too much, aye
I got too much

No more (No more)
We don't want no more (We don't want no more)
Getting sick and tired (Tired)
We just sick and tired (We just sick and tired)
Don't be surprised (Don't be surprised)
When we shoot fire (When we shoot fire)
On this day (On this day)
We might just riot

Waking up everyday in destruction
Crazy how these children
Are being construed & constructed
Trying to fix this world
With a little bit of construction
Mom and baby brother on my back
I'm trying not to pull a muscle
Cause I can't miss a season
Trying to have my momma
Retire early
She don't have to stress it
Upon her mental
On how she posed to feed them
Duties of her first born
It's only right now
That I'm a leader
Got to lead him
Make sure he graduate
Highest of the people
Straying him from evil
Young Knievel
In striped adidas
Belly of a beast
Moving swifter than a cheetah
Have these niggas gravel at your feet
Young Akhenaten
The devils plotting
You can hear the monsters knocking
Throw you off your game
Like the scouts are watching
Guns is tiking
Time is toking
You gotta hold yourself up
When this shit get violent

I got too much, I got too much
I got too much, I got too much
I got too much, I got too much (I just want to breathe)
I got too much, I got too much (I just want to breathe)
I got too much, aye (I just want to breathe)
I got too much, (I can't, I can't breathe)
I got too much, aye
I got too much