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taelor gray - amistad lyrics

[intro:]
don’t talk to me about a land of the free and the home of the brave until everybody’s free!

[verse 1: taelor gray]
said they want a prophet and said they want a president
either way a black male leader is a precedent
can’t have progress, listen to the pessimists
and hollywood said tyler perry is the best of us
i’d rather be trayvon and change clothes
i’d rather james bond than james comb
you see the cynical simile
civil rights cinema, the silicone chivalry
thank you connely, you said the holy spirit got you thankin’ kanye
i’m doin’ just fine, got the saints behind me
i’m doin’ just fine, better sing it wanye
got the east cost and the midwest
middle-cl-ss philly with the rib vest
middle of the sea, surfboard in the shipwreck
sink or swim
these chains gettin’ heavy and the streets is dim
but it’s lit, got the final fantasy
couple hundred grand, we can find your fantasy
couple hundred grand, we can find a pharisee
had to leave this genre just to find my family
had to leave this genre just to find some worship
this is me divided between my pride and purpose
this is me responding to my god and worship
this is just a body filled with god the person
new slaves up in noose, hangin’
new slang, but the truth’s changin’
i’m bruce wayne but you can find me closer than the dark
dark side, i’m starin’ out the window
lookin’ for the life from the signal
there it go, look, there’s my hero
this rest on my ring, blood stain gazebo
what’s yours in mine at cherokee casino
we lockin’ up ryan lochte back in rio

[hook: taelor gray & tragic hero]
wave!
i been in the clouds
when i touch down in your city better wave!
try and slow it down, but i can’t stop
homie i been on a wave!
hands in the sky
every time we gone and they always gotta wave!
keep your hands high, high, high, high

[verse 2: tragic hero]
i don’t talk man, man i just do action
i serve words that are written on napkins
last name hero, dressed like a pharaoh
your last cd shoulda came with a pillow, awww
who am i to judge, who am i to judge?
not a lot of love when you comin’ up
it’s me, taelor, wes p makin’ waves on the jet ski
but not all together
carry on like more bags
i been on a war path
can’t afford a colt 45 under the doormat
the less that the poor have, a cold war’s the forecast
i know there’s a god that i don’t see like wi-fi
this southside
dip on a cop like it’s southside
then drop to get $5 popeyes
on my block i represent hunger
my stomach is thunder
your thumbs hurt from dialin’ these 9-1-1 numbers
i’m different
call me tragic, i’m on a path where no map is
i’m magic and miracles are put to practice
ain’t no lackin’, they wanna laugh on my accent
i got quotes that make you look like an asterisk
you are none of that, me and taelor gettin’ w’s
who could see me?
name another dude
there’s a ton of rules that are man-made, made man go crazy
i’m a one-man band-aid
fix my eyes on christ
like is away from me, but i do it like mike
suicide doors on a jag, do what i like
all tinted, no limits, no blemish
authentic, my drive
only gettin’ better with the wordplay
i be dippin’ all the way to third base
these new rappers ain’t good enough, you heard me?
they all rap like they dropped out of third grade
i…

- taelor gray lyrics

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