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trp.p - strong lyrics

intro
i always wonder what they see when they look at me…
what it is about me, that makes them feel weak…
it’s my strength

verse 1
they harassing me for black history
askin’ me how i feel
about having 28 days for the 28 ways they gon’ ask if my hair is real
all they know about black is we got our own crime
yea they think them stats legit
man, black on black so whack on whack. who the f+ck came up with that sh+t?
i guess asian/asian don’t work
white and white don’t stick
or is black on black the only crime that stacks your odds in the race draft pick
“slavery was over so long ago
and y’all still ain’t over it?”
we be leaching for the same rеason y’all still reaping the benеfits
400 years later but it’s still the same thing they just call it something a lil diff
make the sentences a lil more stiff
even if it’s just a lil tiff
even if it’s just a little spliff
they gon’ lock ‘em up in the joint
and y’all still don’t know, why we want all the smoke
let me clear the air on my point
oh, but times have changed, you say
but how much when anybody can look around and see
the colour locked up ain’t the colour popped up out here sellin’ vape pens, edibles and weed
all my brothers doing time just for dealin’ all dem dimes
now they seeing things are fine ’cause it’s no longer a crime
but if it’ll make em money then you know they’ll make the time
and as long as we ain’t equal they’ll be fine
hook
you don’t really care at all
you just want things the way they were
you believe if we don’t fall
then there’s no way we can get hurt
but we’ve been pushed too long
they get mad when we get strong

verse 2
god forbid i lose my mind, i might lose my life
to call for help, you know i tried, but they ain’t approach me right
they wanna buss down doors on site, i’m gonna grab my knife
they wanna taze me down & strike, that’s how they deal with crisis
amongst my kind our cries go on silent
they don’t take time, we need help, we don’t need violence
the minds of my people ain’t no threat
one day they’re gonna pay for the disrespect
how come we can’t jog, or just sleep in our own bed?
sell a few cd’s or a cheap pack of cigarettes?
take our kids out to eat, or just tryna stop at a red?
a kid walking down the street, that don’t justify why he’s dead
it’s crazy folks don’t understand unless you flip the script
so for those who need scenarios, how bout you imagine this:
i just barged in to your house all unannounced, gun in the air, don’t say why i’m here, screaming get down, let some rounds out, now you’re gone & i’m on paid vacation. see what i’m saying?

hook
you don’t really care at all
you just want things the way they were
you believe if we don’t fall
then there’s no way we can get hurt
but we’ve been pushed too long
they get mad when we get strong

- trp p lyrics

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