Toussaint Morrison - Broken Down lyrics

[Hook: Toussaint Morrison] Broken down but looking up I found there's no one but me on this road I'm not measuring with seconds Weeks or days I preface this is the best that a kid can explain I ain't waiting for a moment or season to touch the sky Without me shaking I'm not going then and I don't need no ones reason No ones reason, to do my thing hey [Verse 1: John River] (They call me John) You ain't got a sweater yet you claiming that you hood's high Only 'Saugga n***a that be flaming out the woods [?] [?] like they got a name We still pound wood After December came and mash I still sound hood Hey boy I still sound good You ever let the song play Coming from the North not the west, baby Kanye Other rappers dealing with n***as yelling that they sh**'s fake But they can't tell me nothing, did it off a mixtape No label, no deal, no favours, so real Chill up in the streets like a n***a did a dope deal With God and the Devil, the leader and the rebel As a leader know I rebel tell my n***as never settle Look O.C is the gang, Rollie is the slang We do this for my n***as because we never had a thang Fresh up out a hell they say that I'm the new [?] Had to get my soul back and when I found, found Toussaint [Hook] [Skit] How much did you pay? A dollar fifty-nine plus tax I hope you got your change Oh my god I really love that! I know it's so nice I love the colour, its really pretty Yeah it definitely is. Did you get your change? Okay I know I paid that bill I need my money and I need my change Robbery, Gunshots, sirens It is time for change [Verse 2: John River] Hey Hope City stand up F.T.C n***a you already know what it is From the f**ing city n***a Prayers up They trying to break me I guess it's cause I'm broken down Mama they just shot down Michael Brown Cause he Brown My n***as screaming that it's wack Maybe he was a suss, suspected of being black You gotta understand, you gotta see the vision This is just what happens when they privatize prisons Make money of a jail so they gotta start arresting The police enter neighborhoods and supersede aggression They start off with the richest and go down to the poorest Invade the black neighborhoods like motherf**ing tourists If they don't get arrests, it subsequent their pay drop They hoping that you sell some d** or even f**ing J-walk And then you do, hear the sirens, and turn around Put your hands in the air and you get down to the ground Saying prayer to our heaven Lord, our sisters broken down Six shots, six rounds, R.I.P Micheal Brown [Bridge: Kamilah Apong] I don't know where I want to go This is all I've ever known This the place I call my home I, know they want us all to die I just want to fly Before I cross the sky [Outro: John River] Our deepest fear is not that we are inadequate Our deepest fear is that we are powerful beyond measures It is our light, not our darkness that most frightens us We are born to make manifest the glory of God that is within us And as we are liberated from our own fear Our presence automatically liberates others Marianne Williamson