paroles de chanson No More Tear Drops feat. Malik Yusef & Wyatt Waddell - Malik Yusef , Wyatt Waddell , Vic Mensa

No more teardrops, no more teardrops
No more teardrops, no more teardrops
No more teardrops, no more teardrops
No more teardrops, no more teardrops
No more teardrops, no more teardrops

Police cars on fire in the streets
Tear gas and the dogs on a leash
The scene seem like somethin' in the sixties
They takin' knees like Monica Lewinsky
They beating women like Bobby did Whitney
That's why the only blue we salute is to Nipsey

Juneteenth barbecue at the precinct
Hanging by the pigtails, burned down Wendy's
Strange fruits still swingin' from the trees
White folks protesting 'cause they can't leave
Try 25 to life, that's a real quarantine
They just take the mask off when they can't breathe
But we got officers knees in our esophagus

Face blue 'cause he running out of oxygen
Got his brains blew by one of his accomplices
Add you to the list of his accomplishments
He came forward in the night, now we're mourning
Black fist up to the no-knock warrants
But the fascism ain't the only army warring

Look at the way the patriarchy took and tore him
Look at the blood, the streets filled with teardrops
I ain't slavin' for 'em, I ain't 'bout to share crop
Pissed off, my wrist lock in gridlock
I'm with the shits, nigga, 'till the bullshit stop

No more teardrops, no more teardrops
No more teardrops, no more tears
No more teardrops, no more teardrops
No more teardrops, no more tears

I'm tired of only seein' niggas at the funeral
Tired of learnin' my homie's name at the eulogy
I'm tired of wearin' suits, man, this ain't suitable
I'm tired of runnin', but the cops keep shooting me

Niggas dyin' and we still buyin' jewelry
Nigga, this ain't the time for the tomfoolery
A sign of the times, shit ain't what it used to be
I throw a hoodie on, look at what they do to me

.223 cocked, I don't need a handout
This Wall Street, we done got a bailout
They try to tell us to believe in the government
But even when Barack is president, niggas had to sell rocks

One out of 15 niggas in the cell block
The other 14, don't nobody care about
I'm in the courtroom pullin' my hair out
'Cause I get another year for each one of my dreadlocks

At times, you gotta fight back to get your life back
But if you fight back, you might get your life jacked
And just to fight back, you gotta have the right stack
'Cause Johnny Cochran gonna hit you with the price tag

Malcolm X, Huey Newton, they don't like that
Hell, hell nah, they don't like that
First nigga try to hit me with a nightstick
I'm going for my clip, I ain't goin' out like that

No more teardrops, no more teardrops
No more teardrops, no more tears
No more teardrops, no more teardrops
No more teardrops, no more tears

Can you feel that pain? (Shake 'em, shake 'em, shake 'em off)
Can you feel that pain? (Shake 'em, shake 'em, shake 'em off)
Can you feel that pain? (Shake 'em, shake 'em, shake 'em off)
Say, it's time for a change

Can you feel that pain? (Shake 'em, shake 'em, shake 'em off)
Can you feel that pain? (Shake 'em, shake 'em, shake 'em off)
Can you feel that pain? (Shake 'em, shake 'em, shake 'em off)
Say, it's time for a change

I know I'm at war
All I ever wanted to do was live without fear (al he ever wanted, wanted)
Now I'm all tied up (all tied up)
With nowhere to go (nowhere to go, oh)

Spiritual negro, keeper of the cult
Mahogany Holy Ghost (I hear)
Of a long forgotten South (I hear)
First I assert my memory, rockin' my moccasins (I hear)
They observed I had a cottonmouth, when I spoke (I hear)
I spit fire that was stored up in my bones, then I smoke (I hear)

Listen loc, all skin folk ain't your kinfolk
It's what I kept my dome on a swivel for in this, uncivil war
They want me to shut up and dribble more
Black soil, got rich from the dirt
Struggle, marriage, still engaged in combat
Looking for real, I'm that and I'm Nat
Turning a burner into a hot plate to feed my youngins
Indeed they thuggin'