Текст песни Yellow Tape - Graphene feat. Ty-Antoine

I need y'all to feel me

This the realest

Need y'all to feel me for real

Yellow paint on the road turns to yellow tape
Feel like I'm on the road to heaven's gates

Feel like I'm on the road yea

Like I'm packing up my bag it's just a mile away
Feel like I'm going home to heaven's place

Feel like I'm going home yea

They ain't get to make it home nah nah
All because they hit the road uh uh
Man on everything I love yeah on my soul
I'ma fight to change the story that is told
About this yellow tape

Playing instrumentals when I'm riding
Through the countryside thinking bout my people dying
And how often
These automobiles turn into coffins
Now I'm caught in
A thought that wills should be in glove compartments
cause it's thoughtless to think that I'm not threatening
To officers indebted to a system that be crediting
My homicide to my own actions
Y'all not getting it
Black kids don't get to be rookies we raised as veterans
Seeing bloodshed on the block and TV screen
While we play with blocks and rush to bed just so that we can dream
Of a better place and time and stories with better themes
cause we learn about Dr. King without hearing by any means
Yeah it's fucked up

Makes me not want to give a damn
About succeeding in a country that's built on stolen land
And every time I think of moving forward and being a bigger man
I can still see Castille dying driving with his fam
To his back and his side
There's no black without pride
We wait for hate to subside
Then we'll run out of time
And I'm just a guy
You can't fix this with rhymes
But if they deaf to the actions
Then this could be a sign
For ppl to come alive
Before another one dies
In they car or they home
Where you're supposed to be fine
Atatiana or Breonna didn't see 29
Janisha Tanisha and Michelle needed help
But they're lives
Got erased like the names of black women from the front of our minds
Forgotten like my brothers in the pin who are sentenced for crimes
And come home to nothing
Can't get a job or a dime
Abolition over reform please open your eyes
This yellow paint

Yellow paint on the road turns to yellow tape
This yellow tape
Feel like I'm on the road to heaven's gates

Feel like I'm on the road yea

Like I'm packing up my bag it's just a mile away
It's just a mile away
Feel like I'm going home to heaven's place

Feel like I'm going home yea

They ain't get to make it home nah nah
All because they hit the road uh uh
Man on everything I love yeah on my soul
I'ma fight to change the story that is told
About this yellow tape

They ain't get to make it home nah nah
All because they hit the road uh uh
Man on everything I love yeah on my soul
I'ma fight to change the story that is told
About this yellow tape

Feel like I'm on the road yea
It feel like I'm on the road
Feel like I'm going home yea
It feel like I'm going home
Feel like I'm on the road yea
It feel like I'm on the road
Feel like I'm going Home