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timothy welbeck - the right thing, do lyrics

verse 1 (timothy welbeck)
it’s been twenty-five years, and we’re still asking/what would possess mookie to throw that trashcan/but the question at hand, the one we should be asking/is why would the nypd k!ll another black man /we don’t defend everything seen of radio raheem /but can be incensed by what the law’s response means/he wasn’t perfect, but he was a person /they choked him for certain like that person was worthless/twenty-five years later, life imitates art /and ill-strates the evil that is in our hearts /the animus of the original sin of ours/grows like cannabis planted within colorado yards /it’s smoke is cancerous and brings other damages /but its smoke gets people high from plotting our harm /so all of these nice quotes and giving us the right to vote/is like unto the blood of bulls and goats/we haven’t gotten that far

verse 2 (mahogany jones)
it’s been twenty-five years and we’re still wondering/if tina’s even capable of good mothering/but that’s hard to discover when vultures stay hovering under cover/as undercovers’ bullets stay puncturing/lungs of the ones we love/ones called brethren currently smothered in six feet of dirt/wretched of the earth and i’m scared to give birth/to a bull’s eye/a black man in a suit and tie shouldn’t be dressed to be eulogized/i get that you sympathize, but doubt you identify/with being euthanized, with being stigmatized/constantly terrorized/officers awarded for using they guns to k!ll our sons/that’s no war on drugs/being dressed in a black hoodie didn’t make him a thug/he was a smart boy (could have ran the white house)/he was a sweet boy (yeah he had a smart mouth)/stay out them streets boy (boy get inside this house)/he was a good boy (the kind that’s hard to live without)/all lives matter how dare you say this is not about race/it’s common place/for black bodies not to have sp-ce to feel safe/despite all the rallies, the tallies still rise/they bodies don’t lie/my son’s not hear to catch the tears i cry/what answer do i give when they asked why poppa died/or how justice failed when the k!llers were tried—denied

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