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kmawa - race over samosas lyrics

[verse 1: kmawa]
liquid inspiration
and if i can’t change the nation
godd+mn imma change you
but when it’s dog eat dog
even blu got a clue you gotta run for miles before you come bruce
wayne in a game where there ain’t no bat, i swing my way, speak my brain and they react like
how you talk white, look brown, and sing black?
i paint in primary colors so now you all whack
yeah i’ve had my troubles, and you can’t knock my hustle
but it’s weird how my kin say 200 years
for a seat at the table over who was f+cked by the white man
and when they hear that darker skin 400 years, do they feel it’s a fablе?
too tale tucked to understand
likе how many times i’ve heard if we got up then why can’t they?
compare oppressions like they player stats of the day
f+ck an mvp you valued if you straight or g+y
or what you wanna be
if you a refugee
ya people been displaced
you ain’t cash or
maybe diaspora
look a certain way
have a certain faith
been around the way
of course right now we all style, or we all shatter
but place that ardor where it’s needed yo cause black lives matter
my mom mix the batter, i sense closure
hard to keep composure talking race over samosas
[hook: kmawa]
my brain, feel it taking over me
lookin at these memories
better to just have this conversation than to stop

feel them thinking skeptically
tryna change that energy
better to keep moving through that friction than to stop

[verse 2: william wallace]
how should i feel?
conversation with my sister we both tryna heal
family group chat clashing still what’s the deal?
agreeing and disagreeing, i’m seeing the world fall apart
and human beings gettin k!lled
and their skins a lot darker than mine
the k!ller ain’t going to jail
cause he put people in jail
devotionally stale emotionally exhale
that should put a spark in your mind
go get a license and we clocking our nines
we in a war son
that’s not a leader in the office with a red face and a torn son
lets’s explore something
lately sh+t ain’t been so pretty
i been riding through the city
think i needs some liberation
think my uncle’s consideration is low
some of the times and it shows
we downtown protesting letting energy flow
i’m tryna let my brother grow, i’m tryna let my momma speak her mind
how can we live when we on our last dime?
now i’m trying not to look away
cause too many people looked away when they had the privilege, they ain’t never took our books away
i saw them k!ll them and the justice system don’t do sh+t
now i’m p+ssed off bout to unload my two clips
but hold up wait, hold your faith, i know they pick samosas over race, and show up late, just grow up hey, sh+ts disgusting like throw up ay, it’s like we eating of the no luck plate
and so i’m tryna bring my people together so we can build
i needa protect my brother and sister and be their shield
support black culture, and athletes on the field
but where do we go from here with the martin luther appeal? c’mon
[hook: kmawa]

brain, feel it taking over me
lookin at these memories
better to just have this conversation than to stop

feel them thinking skeptically
tryna change that energy
better to keep moving through that friction than to stop

[outro: kmawa]

won’t stop when it’s in my way
won’t stop when it’s in my plate
won’t stop when it’s in my way
won’t stop when it’s in my+

- kmawa lyrics

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