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c-red - tired lyrics

[verse 1]
respect the kid
poppin like crepitus
“i can’t breathe” won’t get ‘em off us
remodeled to pessimists
a product of baptist hymnals and african methodist doxology
so it’s hard to be thought of as less than gifts of god
a lotta people got nothing after you strip facades
fix my hand in a fist and lift it perpendicular
sometimes i think i’m wasting muscle tryna life the bar
and i still feel my afflictions when the liquor’s hard
cuz every n+gga knows a n+gga with a different charge
ones who took the plea cuz likelihood of an acquittal’s marred
by risk of spendin’ too much life in prison when statistics chart
progrеss since the 60s, 60 years out, still thе system’s flawed
quick to call us black and angry
say we actin strangely…
caught on video, displayed how their compassion’s gangrene
trained to aim at our frames and then react to mainstream
we all exhausted but still pushing for the path to change things

[hook]
i surrender all
i surrender all
how can we be offenders, but defenseless y’all?
most likely to end up in trenches from a senseless call
feels like the only time we count is for the census
officer, my hands are up don’t shoot
i really hope i make it home to sleep tonight
don’t you?
so won’t you break the cycle?
instead giving in to hate, suspended pay, the price goes
up with every body that falls that’s not y’all’s
we gettin’ tired
[verse 2]
people get disgusted with the things they see recorded
and they should, but we grow up knowing we born into distorted odds
fighting lies that say our dna was sorted poorly, god
is on our side, even when it seems like he ignores, forgot
we out here
courage can exist amidst our doubts, fears…
getting justice been a game of cat and mouse, for years
yeah…
but we ain’t backin’ down
it’s time to swing this cr+p around
because my seeds are black and brown
what’s the reason street’s disciples labeled by your biased sight
thrown into to cycles where their lives ain’t worth their rights or their survival?
suffocate us, shoot us ‘til we lifeless with no vitals
being a black american is bound to drive me psycho
they’d use that excuse to justify it on the news
tell y’all my ssri dose wasn’t adjusted right, and choose
a picture of me lookin’ nuts, by being snuffed, your life improved
the things that keep us up at night are ugly, trife, and cruel

- c red lyrics

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