Melanated Bronze
No Justice
No peace
Fuck these racist ass police
Hands up
Don't shoot
Rubber bullets
Tear gas
Do i look like terrorist to you
Thought i was citizen
Guess we didn't plan it out
Thought i was man
Guess they not saying it now
I'm done with asking
I'm done with the marching
Peaceful for now
Peace
Peace
Peaceful for now
Yurrddarraw
Me and my people is leaders
Me and my people are scientist
Original mathematics
Reduce the equation
Lower the status
They are the variable
Me and people non-perishable
Basic addition subtracting us out
Me and my people are gods
My people are stars
Running this race not knowing where to start
We take to the streets
Marching for peace
Just to get a piece of the pie
Chief in the kitchen
Me and my people we baked it
Setting the table
Rounding the angles
Angels no halos
Gifting the wings to our brothers and sisters
Lack of compliance
Wheres the resistance
Murders labeled with innocence
Wheres the convictions
Protect and serve
Bodies lay dead on the curb
Somehow it's not your fault
Somehow your not involved
Camera phones caught it all
Forsaken
Vacant language
Ego slaves
Windows
Cant Process
The Procedure
They
Killed all our leaders
They paying off preachers
Knotts the nomad
Gone make a believer
They treat us as creatures
When they the original lechers
No space in the bleachers
Game time
Home Field advantage
To manage
Take back the planet
They planned it
Stamped from beginning
Shipping and handling
Pulling the strings
Mandolin
Back to the kettle I'm calling
Black
My people
My people
My people
Are golden
Melanated bronze
Recharged with the sun
Back to the odds
I'm calling it stacked
Our land
They stole it they stole it
Our look
Our look
They stole it they stole it
My people
My people
Are golden
Melanated Bronze
Recharged with the sun
Hid away my history
For centuries
Not knowing what it did to me
Royalty my people be
Riots all throughout the streets
Grasping at anything with leaves and call it tree
Searching for my roots
I had no identity
Royalty my people be
Riots all throughout the streets
Know justice
Know peace
Hands up
Don't shoot
Searching for my roots
I had no identity
Back to the kettle
I'm calling it black
My people are golden
People are golden
Melanated bronze
Recharged with the sun
Back to the odds
I'm calling it stacked
Our land
They stole it
Our look
They stole it
My people are golden
Melanated bronze recharged with the sun
No peace
Fuck these racist ass police
Hands up
Don't shoot
Rubber bullets
Tear gas
Do i look like terrorist to you
Thought i was citizen
Guess we didn't plan it out
Thought i was man
Guess they not saying it now
I'm done with asking
I'm done with the marching
Peaceful for now
Peace
Peace
Peaceful for now
Yurrddarraw
Me and my people is leaders
Me and my people are scientist
Original mathematics
Reduce the equation
Lower the status
They are the variable
Me and people non-perishable
Basic addition subtracting us out
Me and my people are gods
My people are stars
Running this race not knowing where to start
We take to the streets
Marching for peace
Just to get a piece of the pie
Chief in the kitchen
Me and my people we baked it
Setting the table
Rounding the angles
Angels no halos
Gifting the wings to our brothers and sisters
Lack of compliance
Wheres the resistance
Murders labeled with innocence
Wheres the convictions
Protect and serve
Bodies lay dead on the curb
Somehow it's not your fault
Somehow your not involved
Camera phones caught it all
Forsaken
Vacant language
Ego slaves
Windows
Cant Process
The Procedure
They
Killed all our leaders
They paying off preachers
Knotts the nomad
Gone make a believer
They treat us as creatures
When they the original lechers
No space in the bleachers
Game time
Home Field advantage
To manage
Take back the planet
They planned it
Stamped from beginning
Shipping and handling
Pulling the strings
Mandolin
Back to the kettle I'm calling
Black
My people
My people
My people
Are golden
Melanated bronze
Recharged with the sun
Back to the odds
I'm calling it stacked
Our land
They stole it they stole it
Our look
Our look
They stole it they stole it
My people
My people
Are golden
Melanated Bronze
Recharged with the sun
Hid away my history
For centuries
Not knowing what it did to me
Royalty my people be
Riots all throughout the streets
Grasping at anything with leaves and call it tree
Searching for my roots
I had no identity
Royalty my people be
Riots all throughout the streets
Know justice
Know peace
Hands up
Don't shoot
Searching for my roots
I had no identity
Back to the kettle
I'm calling it black
My people are golden
People are golden
Melanated bronze
Recharged with the sun
Back to the odds
I'm calling it stacked
Our land
They stole it
Our look
They stole it
My people are golden
Melanated bronze recharged with the sun
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Writer(s): Z-undre Robinson
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