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malcolm porterfield - nevertheless lyrics

intro: hate to see that they forgotten
‘about the words that keep on rotten
sit up thinkin’ ‘about it, hope it makes you nauseous

chorus:i had a bad dream, i was trapped in a world of darkness
a city of demons, a sky lookin so starless
city of demons, now feeling incarnate
and cause the stars got me feelin so heartless
not in recognition for my starkness
just to take advantage of my catharsis
regardless
ayye woo woo, its k!lling me now(x4)

[malcolm porterfield]
“remember me
for the blessings that i portray
god forbid and forgive that the clouds are changin’ gray
and god forbid that these negroes should learn today
fort-tude and homage, the only reason i chose to stay
down the road to riches, take a left, but the right we leave astray
follow the wrong people, now look who gotta pay
heart without love cause love just leaves decay
but we still proclaim that love goes all the way…
keeps me up at night, makes it so hard to pray…
thank god he’s help me sleep but we still be in dismay
love is said in its way…
now hate feels so betrayed
mlk dreamed that every kid, together, come out to play
his dream never faded, his dream just starts the day
pray to god his dream will always stay

[malcolm porterfield]
bridge: lord is this a way to atone for our sins
hanging us from a tree, cutting us limb from limb
the tragedy has just begun… these bamas know how we bend
racial slurs… these bamas know we contend
this past is the future trend
we ain’t suitable for death
even though we suit up at a funeral den
they say we incompetent, really can’t comprehend
you act like you are our friends, don’t know why you tryna pretend
we perfect how we are, no reason we gotta mend
shoot us anywhere we been
shoot us in any distance, even to correlate wind
they hope i put down my pen
they like to rid it themselves.. too bad my pen is condemned

[malcolm porterfield]
“they say we could’ve tried
we’ve tried
just so optimistic, we can seldom describe
they want to shoot us down, they already know we fall to rise
so i arose, a better guy
shoot us now, we know how it feels to die
shoot us here, that is totally ill advised
they should know, these bullets we will deprive
i either blocked it or dodged it, they like ‘please tell me why you still alive?’
my triggas look in yo’ eyes
kinda look to describe
my bullet is yo’ prescriptions, now we see all your lies
my hindsight in perfection , but my strap blinded to see your crys
survival of the fittest: even know i ain’t got nothin’ to hide
blood vs crips, one of dem gonna win, the other sure to abide
they need to just divide
or eradicate, please leave now in subside
just leave without yo’ pride
held as an object of ridicule, now i know we deride
still i hold my hands, knowing all my options applied
what options do life provide
that i give up confronting’ no one, that option i do decried
what have you implied
nothin’ tried
dear lord hold my hands, so i realize the real has died”

[malcolm porterfield]
“remember this..
remember me, as the stagnant economy grows
police tryna k!ll us you never know what i know
they ask us where to shoot, we tell em keep it below
so they won’t recognize our failures, the only reason i show
failures is why i rise, it’s been along time since i’ve seen the flo’…
white folks say we gon never p-ss 25
yall mean at 25 we die
i know kajieme died at 25
if 12 wasn’t so ignorant, he prolly still be alive
to make it worse, po po crimes were never tried
they shot him multiple times
murder caught on tape, really? we’ve seen the crimes
you still tryna be defiant
they like it’s just another black person dying
it’s just shooting another negro, not willing to be compliant
12 is just this black society tyrant
maybe just whites, now every white person silent
hope one day this will be some other black kids pliant
now again whos 25
all those people just thank god you still alive
thank god, not every negro panned in to be connive
a lot of us has contrive.. a lot of economy thrive
this needs to come to a demise
if i die, hopefully i’m 26 so i can say, “clearly not 25”
i know i have not died.. cause i can still tell yall folks, homie i’m still alive

repeat chorus

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