paroles de chanson 30yrs Black Men - Cell the Great

Who am I
Does it matter
Only my color
Of my skin
Seems to matter
The hue of my pigment
Give them disgusting feelings
I can see it in they eyes
All up in they face
Damn the hate
They acting as
If they were the slaves
Stop the press
Well the Twitter
Instagram or such
Remember Dr. king
Told us about his dream
We hold our hands up
And we still get shot
HUH
What type of sense does that make
Like think to I'm trying
Is what doctor king
And Malcom x die for
Was his dream
Really a nightmare
Cuz I swear
We still slaves
Just replace with
Whips and chains
Cash be the slavery
Don't do what they say
To make they cream
Bet your ass
On the side of the street
Looking for something to eat
They want us to go to college
And most can't afford it
From the circumstances
They put us in
Next option get loans
Strip club or sell drugs
They want us to pay them loans
And get degrees
They said we need
To get a j o b
Yet we working
To pay Great Lakes loans
Where is the cash going
And they wonder
Why we selling stones
Man what's going on
If you ever wake up
Out of social media
And brands
And cars
Reality tv and stars
Then maybe you will see
What they doing to me
Aka
A black men
Shoot us down
Choke us out
My fam pop
By a cop
They got rich
Rich as shit
Got a check
The cop free as a turbo tax
No escaping
Escape room
They force us
In the the slums
Dude

Thirty years young I've seen a lot ouu
All we have is this pad and pen
To express how we feel within
Thirty years young I've seen a lot ouu

I'm screaming out
On this beat
My heart crying out
On this sheet
The media
Just tell us
To relax
Why they riot
Why we riot
They acting real ghetto
They say
The definition
A place
Imagine if you live
In my skin
And everyone
Looked at you
Like you killed they kin
Every time you walked pass
Maybe you would understand then

So Thirty years young
I've seen a lot man

To drive me insane
On top of
Being ebony skin
I pray for my people
We can even stand up
For each other
Without the system
Trying to defeat us
Kapernick
But it's cool
I'm just go do it
Living my life right
And raise my fam
Every black men
Almost out the house
The black family
Is the best weapon
To destroy the peace
To purposely
Try to take us
Out the home
From a young age
Music videos telling you
Not to be shit
And cheat on your girl
Fuck a bunch a bitches
Get drunk
And sell drugs
Come on
Wake up
My young Niggas
They trying to
Fuck a black man up
I'm done