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-cla** 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... [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