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aaron kabeya – black lyrics

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verse 1:
late night scrolling on the gram
d-mn, one time got another man
body slam, after the taser went blam
didn’t work so of course 6 shots followed
another black father’s dead, still feelin hollow
even tho it sounds crazy, i see it on news daily
cases go swayze, so does the anger and the pain
as i see a thick frame, who’s the to blame
for the lack of change, as point to the obvious
three fingers point back, how strange is that
be the change i wanna see, but in this case
it dont work like that, you can still go and end up gettin hurt like that, now i question my thirst
for the place that’ll bred and birth the dream
close to my heart, next god it’s the best part
of my day, i pray i can walk the streets of ny
and not feel a way, feel alive i want live
not survive, and not fear homicide
from a man sent to serve
this is the realest stuff i wrote, this is realest stuff you heard
one times at your body, one times at your mind
one times at your soul, one times at your shine

verse 2:
as times goes by, an eye and eye
no surprise, people rise, shame
cops had to die to realise, lies truth was denied
prepare for the rise of people, dallas was the first movie
and i don’t want to see sequel
as i prepare for my journey
to city of dreams, the city ain’t what it seems
yh man i know what you mean, but my heart
set a beam on city supreme for dream fiends
despite all the drug dealing, gun slinging
son k!lling, slug singing, racism, much needed
gracism, for place filled with so much facism
gettin pulled over bout a fat lip, wide nose
i pray but the skies closed, lord what you
really want me to do, give me the strength
to help my people through

verse 3:
i think i understand the process
a man dies, we protest and cases
get put rest, on one hand i feel blessed
cuz it could’ve been me, but that problem
new motto yo
forget the police, i wanna feast hand me a nine
turn this place the middle east, no peace nope
violence is not the way, as we’re trying to make
em pay, all that’s left to do is to pray
but without works its dead like the black lives
that don’t seem to matter, lets reply by making
their pockets less fatter



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