Lyrics Liberation - Junior Flores

Yeah I'm
Dreaming of liberation, wake me up this shit has taken
Way too fuckin long can't even quantify the days spent
Crushed by that size 17 boot of white supremacy
I know that we ain't grown complacent but Im needin some more energy
Cuz every time a pig shoots another kid Im losin a percentage, g
That leaves me breathless and praying that finally they let us breathe
But that's the recipe, let us be happy as can be
With the scraps they try to feed us with a democratic presidency
And once we get em in office they fall the fuck asleep
And ignore the tragedies that happened right under their lead
Nah fuck that, I'm talking bout real liberation of my people and my allies
Brown and Black and gay and trans and anybody that's been chastised
This ain't even real life we livin in a simulation that's been colonized
And if risks aren't taken the chance of escapin is hard to find

So what the fuck we boutta do
How ready are you to stand up for the few
How ready are you

To put your body on the line and have it sacrificed
For those of us who've had to have an extra set of eyes
In the back of our head just in case our fear is right
And the police told us lies
When they said that they really care about our lives
And I'm disgusted that all my life I've been told they protect mine
Never had a chance to think for ourselves we been brainwashed since we was small
And we haven't yet seen the ugly truth of it all
So ugly it's blinding and frightening, at the best it tests our anxiety
And at the worst they on the news saying R.I.P
And fox news lies as we, protest in the streets
I know there ain't no I in team but I been eyein a different society
Where we trade cries for peace for saying bye police
And burn the white house screaming we'll never be colonized as we
Give the land back to those who never had a chance to speak
Maybe that'll give us a chance at peace, without the greed
That's torn apart so many fuckin families
At the expense of the so called american dream
That can only give us trauma and ptsd
Yeah
Everyday I'm wondering

How many more how many more
How many lives gonna end to this horror
How many more how many more
How many times are we gon be sore
From being slammed on the concrete cuz we didn't say sorry
For operating with a skin tone too close to coffee
If you not volunteerin to drop in that coffin
They probably stuff a round in your body
3 In the mouth 3 in the esophagus
Then shoot at the crowd if they yell for justice
Their gameplan is attack first, then lie to the public
If that works, the white folks gon call us some thugs and
Nan that shit feels like we back to square one
But where we begun is too far back
You can call us anarchists but really what's wrong with that
The quest for power put us exactly where we at
They gave us votes but that shit ain't equal
They give us jobs that shit ain't feasible
Boss makes a dollar, we don't even get a dime man we makin half a cent
Now tell me how the fuck am I supposed pay the rent
60 Hours a week makin the boss rich
Once my bills paid nothin left of my check
60 Hours a week trying to make it make sense
Now try to tell me a president can really save us
You can never change the system through laws and regulations
Show me a billionaire who'll give up all their wealth as a donation
Until then I'm screaming in all your faces
That capitalism is the roadblock for liberation