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ghostwridah - skittles & iced tea lyrics

[intro]
“are you following him?” “yea.”
“okay, we don’t need you to do that.”

[hook: nehemie x2]
you just took what it could’ve been
who i was gonna be, right out from under me
and now, you telling the world it don’t matter
if the roles were reversed then i’d matter

[verse 1]
look – no justice for a black male
this ain’t a speculation song, i know the facts well
pack jails with us even if we proven innocent
then they wonder why we pack a strap and move militant
“die n-gga die” is what they mumble, it’s like we live in a jungle
cause i’m considered a monkey even if i’m bright and humble
this is emmett till speaking, trayvon speaking
careful if you packing skittles, they consider that as reaching and they shoot you
and this the type of treatment that we used to
see a n-gga, k!ll a n-gga, police might recruit you
wow – so foul i should probably get a tec
get it? get a tec and maybe then i’ll get respect
need a check or just some type of reparations for these acclamations
you p-ss wrong, they wanna fry you like a pack of bacon
what you mistaking for a gun was just my cap and gown
but i won’t get to use it cause you just shot me down

[hook x2]

[verse 2]
how many gotta die before we take a stand?
you had enough? let’s rally up, we gotta make a plan
just understand if it was yo son
you’d be on the frontline with yo gun
locked, loaded, not holding back until they show some
respect for our people, know i fret for our people
if i could, i’d write a check and go in debt for our people
need a sequel to the civil rights, malcolm in my form of life
martin right before the shots or rodney right before the cops beat him
it’s not freedom, miranda rights they never read us
they just white sheet us, k!ll our black leaders
need jesus cause that “we shall overcome” is getting played
ain’t no “hear my freedom” song gon’ bring yo son up out this grave
if you brave, take a stand, if you weak then take a seat
‘fore we end up on our backs, i’m tryna get us on our feet
black fists high, never give up, brother you special
and careful with them skittles, somebody might just arrest you
talk to ’em

[hook x2]

[outro]

[hook x2]

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