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Verse 1
Em
D
Em
Gm
D
1 -2 -1 -2 what up?
hanging out in the city streets
With toes frozen, playing clothes,
fuck the police
Golden bat, like the horseman,
They try to drown us like New Orleans,
track us under their feet
We stay grounded, no surrounded,
no justice, no peace, compete
They want us dead in
I speak to all my people
You and let's get into it,
police need demonstrations
and they race to the spaces
They say a picture's worth
a thousand words
But what's worth to a
thousand pictures?
They talk, see and learn,
watching seasons turn
I feel like a recital,
It's rewritten, tellin' fiction
Sorry,
is existent every single minute
I speak up for my first amendment
justifying these bitches
are disposed to the sickness,
if only everyone knew
and dumb egos
looking through the peepholes
of dead locals
seeking outside the grid,
building on what's sacred,
Standing in my power,
and the movement is the chariot
we use tactics of Harriet
With signs and symbols
for the mind that's nimble
We keep the flame burning
so the fire never
Ready with steady aim,
no joke, not a game
nothing to lose but our chains
and unlock the vibes
and the commercial
homie that ain't good enough
we put the truth down
D
And this had intentions
We seek redemption,
conversely, bring it back
catch the fight
But we don't give a day or night
about land or the nature
somebody around you
The most powerful thing
we can do right now
Is for us to recognize the power
Look at who's around you
How to go inside yourself
To learn how to relate
to those around you
More than you ever have
Look at somebody and recognize the same force you got in you,
they got in them.
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