Aaron Kabeya - Black lyrics

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Aaron Kabeya - Black lyrics

Verse 1: Late night scrolling on the gram Damn, one time got another man Body slam, after the taser went blam Didn't work so of course 6 shots followed Another black father's dead, still feelin hollow Even tho it sounds crazy, I see it on news daily Cases go swayze, so does the anger and the pain As I see a thick frame, who's the to blame For the lack of change, as point to the obvious Three fingers point back, how strange is that Be the change I wanna see, but in this case It dont work like that, you can still go and end up Gettin hurt like that, now I question my thirst For the place that'll bred and birth the dream Close to my heart, next God it's the best part Of my day, I pray I can walk the streets of NY And not feel a way, feel alive I want live Not survive, and not fear homicide From a man sent to serve This is the realest stuff i wrote, this is realest stuff you heard One times at your body, one times at your mind One times at your soul, one times at your shine Verse 2: As times goes by, an eye and eye No surprise, people rise, shame Cops had to die to realise, lies truth was denied Prepare for the rise of people, Dallas was the first Movie And I don't want to see sequel As I prepare for my journey To city of dreams, the city ain't what it seems Yh man I know what you mean, but my heart Set a beam on city supreme for dream fiends Despite all the drug dealing, gun slinging Son k**ing, slug singing, racism, much needed Gracism, for place filled with so much facism Gettin pulled over bout a fat lip, wide nose I pray but the skies closed, lord what you Really want me to do, give me the strength To help my people through Verse 3: I think I understand the process A man dies, we protest and cases Get put rest, on one hand I feel blessed Cuz it could've been me, but that problem New motto yo Forget the police, i wanna feast hand me a nine Turn this place the middle east, no peace nope Violence is not the way, as we're trying to make Em pay, all that's left to do is to pray But without works its dead like the black lives That don't seem to matter, lets reply by making Their pockets less fatter