paroles de chanson News at Seven (feat. Trip C, Gizmo de Trini & 724x) - The Neverending Mixtape

When everything you see on the news points to blue and red
Flashing lights, tragic nights
Know that if we want to be free, then we gon' have to fight
We gon' have to fight
But how am I supposed to sleep if I don't feel alright
When I know they slaughtering people, not even reading rights
And I am not the type to say let's go and plan a riot day
Or light something on fire, mane
Cause I know how percentages work
You get one bad apple, it don't mean it always rots the rest
But I would not suggest for you to be the one to taste and test
I know how the cuffs feel, I know that these pigs still
Laughing at us, blasting at us
Walking free when bad shit happens
To protect and serve, I've never heard some falser words
We've got Congressmen in office, they don't think that this absurd
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Look at your death, it's on demand
Losing your breath, it's all to plan
Pigs pulling up in an armored van
I check the news, it's on again

The sun rise on the east side of the planet
The whole setting in the West, I don't feel I'ma understand it
My soul fragile and broken, psychologically abused
Cause seven on the dot, a nigga dead up on the news
No crime did he commit, they slander him all the same
I guess he should defend his image while in the grave
They tried stealing the government, we asking not be killed
Imagine Black Lives Matter was up on Capitol Hill
Gunshots and mamas crying, black bodies and sirens
America spelt KKK, ain't no denying
What you want from me, come for me and I brandish that iron
Or just comfort me, comfortably living the life that I am
Promised by constitutions, liberty and the freedom
They claim they making change, dimes and nickels we never see 'em
America the stage that we turned to a coliseum
Broken treaties and the bones decorating the mausoleum still

Look at your death, it's on demand
Losing your breath, it's all to plan
Pigs pulling up in an armored van
I check the news, it's on again

IPhone more powerful than a pistol these days
Report a cop on every corner, we tryna be Waze
Brutality my reality, ain't no neat phase
Target burning down, you understanding our deep rage
Walking past the precinct a horror to me
Gunned down in the street, it isn't foreign to me
I wish I had a foreign, I could drive away from this shit
They'd probably gun me down, confuse it for a taser and shit
They trigger happy and get to capping, I stay with the blick
For that reason, paranoid all seasons
January 6th is looking like all treason
It's music to the pyrite God that y'all pleasing
He's in a different dimension, I think I need an extension
My first verse wasn't hitting, and so I steered the direction
Ain't no such thing as halfway crooks
Cops are murderous gangbangers, you heard of 'em

It's like the sunlight my worst enemy
It's like my whole life been filled with envy
Why fight, know this strife is gonna end me
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It's like the sunlight my worst enemy
It's like my whole life been filled with envy
Why fight, know this strife is gonna end me
Word