Lyrics Stereotype - Brotherhood

And it′s that same ol' stereotype
No they ain′t letting go of nothing
People think it's changed
I tell 'em that they′re buzzing
Still judge me by my race and not my substance
They want us hated by the public

′Cause it's that same ol′ same ol'
It′s kinda mad 'cause we′re same though
Same love
I know we're different but the same blood saves us
So why you listening to race
Like it's anything but shades that embrace sun
It′s crazy how the picture they paint
Like we′re just good at rapping, running and some singing on stage
Like we're destined for the prison with our villainous brains
Like we ain′t gifted in a billion ways
I swear to god I hate the press and what they're claiming the news is
Their views stink
Quick to blame the slums when they shoot shit
But they don′t show the makers of the guns that they shoot with
Their robbing us in suits and it's been proven the shoe fits
′Cause first they called us 'rudeboys'
Then they came with ′hoodies′ and 'thugs′
And now it's ′roadman' they call me when my hoody is up
Another label they attach to my dark side
′Cause even though I'm mixed
I know I'll always be a ′black′ to the far right
I'm proud though
Shouldn′t have to say it these times
Now we can download
But they put us down loads
So I searched the net and strayed away from the mainstream
'Cause all they ever show us is the baddies
Or these rappers that take lean
It′s mad now
Now they're putting bleach in our face cream
They′re acting as if lighter is better
But that's a lie and that I know so I'll be fighting forever
Forget a tone it′s just a sign of the weather
So where′s the sense at
I'm sending love to all my dark-skinned queens
I know they never show your beauty but your heart stays clean
See, Martin deaded ′cause he said it and still this
The chance of going back has now developed to real risk
I'm looking how the views changed
Still it stays the same and the roots gain strength
Every time we hit the news slain
Now I′m sick of being judged on all the choices a few make
It's fucked but guess it′s just the voice of the new slaves

The same ol' stereotype
No they ain't letting go of nothing
People think it′s changed
I tell ′em that they're buzzing
Still judge me by my race and not my substance
They want us hated by the public
And it′s that same ol' stereotype
No they ain′t letting go of nothing
People think it's changed
I tell ′em that they're buzzing
Still judge me by my race and not my substance
They want us hated by the public

They just want division like that Marvel show
I just want the vision to see past their posts like goal-line tech
This can't be solved on the World Wide Web
But face to face, just know I don′t fight fair
I mean I can′t believe the globe is still like this
Another murdered every time I open my eyelids
I walk around in Thailand and see skin that is my shade
Yet every ad I noticed they're just promoting whiteness
It′s crazy how even the oppressed
Oppress the black man and woman
And the girls ain't safe in this
Not long ago they used to take the piss
But now they wanna fat back n bosom
Fake lips, trying to match that they couldn′t
Still saying shit, the nerve
Acting like you're innocent just ′cause you ain't the worst
Stop your chatting
'Cause there′s many types of Karens on this earth
Both got our struggles but be sensible
Fuck your feminism if that shit ain′t intersectional
Black lives matter
It's more than a statement
But I ain′t talking 'bout the organisation so save the natter
Can′t stand all that shit
That ol'
Any-excuse-to-not-stand-with-us trick
Pricks, sick of the bogus
Just say it with your chest
I just wish you would own it instead of being cowards
More respect for bigots that show it
I mean if everything had changed
Since my late great grandparents were slaves
We wouldn′t have these chips on our shoulders
You man are sick to me
One big disease
'Cause there's literally
No reason to hate
Just tradition, see
We should hate you and still we don′t
Still just want equality honestly
Filled with hope in these trying times
No reparations for my people while they wine and dine
With profits dating back to picking cotton
This is why we fight
The type of crime that has me stirring in my sleep
They rape and pillage then tell us to turn the other cheek
It′s that

Same ol' stereotype
No they ain′t letting go of nothing
People think it's changed
I tell ′em that they're buzzing
Still judge me by my race and not my substance
They want us hated by the public
And it′s that same ol' stereotype
No they ain't letting go of nothing
People think it′s changed
I tell ′em that they're buzzing
Still judge me by my race and not my substance
They want us hated by the public