Текст песни Back Home Blues (feat. Jordan Pharoah) - Brudda Nay

Back home blues
Have you seen the news
Another kid bruised
Another black too

Back home blues
Have you seen the tube
Another mean gaze
Another lonely view

Back home blues
Yeah I see the crews
From 'narm, to Fields
All up in our schools too

Back home blues
Same old news
They killing us now
Soon they'll be killing you

I used to find the time
Sip a gin and lime
Peel a clementine
Write a little line
Summertime shine
Wit my alibi's
Or my niggas
Counting figures
Never dollar signs
Energy, frequencies
From a better time
Huey Newton
Killing- KILLING all the columbines
All this white crime
Why don't they ever write
Article about this epidemic of our time
I guess I sit back, roll a mean pack
Got that Soul II Soul, pouring out like a tap
Keep on moving don't stop, like the clock does
Yea we shining under pressure like a rock does

I been riding with my triers and we flying high
I'm with my killers and my livers and we're all alright
I been riding with my triers and we flying high
I'm with my killers and my livers and we're all alright