Abscaand - Holy Are You lyrics

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Abscaand - Holy Are You lyrics

[Verse 1: Abscaand] My people are all dying right and left So, I write rhymes until there's none left There's so much d**h in this country, let's face it AmeriKKKa is racist, so I spell it with three K's I see bystanders catching strays in the face Shooters with aim that's misplaced and cars with missed plates It's high time that my people rise Put your fists to the sky, black power The time is ours Let's stop the genocide and find peace Cause if we can't, then the cops will find piece They beat us in the streets violently in broad day Then the media gets payed off to say that the a**ault was justified That's just a lie, and you know it #BlackLivesMatter? Then show it! You know if things keep going the way that it is Our kids will inherit a cursed existence Persistence is the key to stop police brutality Don't let the d**hs of the slain be in vain Take the pain as motivation to change the world we're slain in A name is all we've got in this world, take it to the grave Together, we can cut the strings of Gepetto I want to see all of my people free from the ghetto I want to see all of my people prosper and not get shot While walking back from the store by a racist cop [Verse 2: Abscaand] With that being said, rest in peace to the dead No parent should ever have to bury their seed It needs to grow, not thrown in the streets by police With heat that's shown to end lives Here lies the body, or where it used to be Previous evidence is thrown out the window, you know nothing And anybody pretending to know is just a theorist with a conspiracy And any charges linked to the p-i-g's is thrown out the window So, now you see why minorities hate the police Our rights are stomped on constantly Then, people curse your name after you leave this earth Curse your name and the woman in which you were birthed Call you a thug and blame your d**h on your lack of church Or bad parenting, in the wound, salt they insert And what's worse is there's no love for the mother that's hurt The minutes turn into hours, which turn into days That have gone by without justice being served No way can this be the country that supposedly thrives on equality For them to say such hurtful things would be hypocrisy It's almost as if this country was founded by owners of slaves That didn't really care if we lived or died For many years I cried, tryna wish melanin out my life