Lyrics Melalinen - Brown

Writing down what I'm feeling
Embarrassed of what I'm seeing
Subconscious upheaving
Cause racism isn't needed
Talk about colour, let me skin you
So, I can see what's in you
What you've been through
But more what's been through you

If NF gonna take the 'L'
We need Kaep to keep kneeling
Despite the joint pain that he's feelin'
There's no-one more that we believe in
To change the game like Torvell and Dean
And revolutionise the elitist
We've waited for too long to see this,
The white flag of imperialists

Started from the bottom
Generations picked cotton
Memories ain't rested
Whipped if they congested
Shot if they protested
Wool-it-proof vested
History cemented
Now it's time to end this.
Copped from the street
By a cop, mind fleak
They be popped from their seat
Or cuffed like Meek
Hoppin' from the beat
But some be hoppin' on the beat
The only way out of the
Out out of the...
Knocked on the window
While he fiddles with his seat
Car smells of weed
And he stutters when he speaks
Hands on your head
Get out, turn to face me
Fine line between
Facts and fallacy
Dogs chase cats but
Who's the catalyst,
Of the casualty?
Inhumanity
White strategists
Standing still like mannequins
Correcting out the truth
And building borders of insanity

If NF gonna take the 'L'
We need Kaep to keep kneeling
Despite the joint pain that he's feelin'
There's no-one more that we believe in
To change the game like Torvell and Dean
And revolutionise the elitist
We've waited for too long to see,
The white flag of imperialists

Turn on the news, I'll be washin' em' shillin'
They hang the blacks out to dry like it's melalinen
While the whites tumble over their inappropriate isms
Where do I draw the line on my creative visions?

Hide from the truth that's truancy
Sound like a flute with fluency
When you're speaking from a script
You're putting the mute into mutiny
Till a clip goes viral of police brutality
Or a kid gets stabbed cause he's hangin' round
Stop you're messin' around
Let me switch that back, yeah
You stop you're messin' around
Can't you see the fresh red that paints the town
You never speak for the people
Power struggle top-down
Time in a cell without the bail right
The system goes around in circles like a taillight
Even in Sweden its fight or flight
Tend to turn their head so it's outta' sight

Sticks and stones what tales they told
And now the only sound playing is soul

Writing down what I'm feeling
Embarrassed of what I'm seeing
Are we human, or are we being
My words are a weapon for healing
This track ain't about who's singing
But more about who's listening
More about the message I spread
On the skin of the game that I'm breathin'
Sailed seas,
Savannah dreams
Land of opportunities
Crossed the bridge in Selma
Just to burn the boats
Of mem-oar-ies
Now I'm writing bridges
Just to educate on what I see
White canvas, black font
Layers to the have not's
Canvassed by the white dons
Treading on the black notes
Hoodies over raincoats
Try and wear the shoes of tied knots
I'm calling for the game to unite us

If NF gonna take the 'L'
We need Kaep to keep kneeling
Despite the joint pain that he's feelin'
There's no-one more that we believe in
To change the game like Torvell and Dean
And revolutionise the elitist
We've waited for too long to see,
The white flag of imperialists2

Writing down what I'm feeling
Embarrassed of what I'm seeing
Mentally I'm breathing
Like Luther King I'm dreaming