Basement

Look
Look
Look

Stood in place cuz the wrist on froze
Her jaw dropped her lips read woah
Ashes drop on a kiss stained floor
Freeze some more make the disdain grow
Bodies drop when the fists don't flow
Ivory teens in ivory leagues
Negro leagues exist so please
Twenty Twenty here still no reprieve
No nine milli but I need peace
But its not about me
I concede
Millions screaming out
I can't breathe
Dying from a noose we cannot lose
Become so numb I can't weep
Yet still can't get a fucking ounce of sleep
Breonna Taylor
Eric Garner
Somebody daughter
Somebody father
Someone's best friend
Someone's partner
Who's gonna stop this
List grows larger
Racists canvas
Strokes get broader
America for the world to view
Not just football and barbecues
Streets run red with the blood of who
Faces that don't really look like you
Easy to judge when it ain't ya skin
Easy to grudge when it ain't ya kin
Under the knee of tyranny
I hope you never shed a tear for me
Save it for those who never made it
Back to their loved ones
Fuck your blindness
Fuck your privilege
That's why you never reverse the mirrors
Hate us cuz you hate yourself
Tune out you don't the chatter
Give me yours if all lives matter
Ain't with no more pity patter
No, no, no no more
Keep the pressure
Now they pissed
Target the bladder
Push too hard
Yeah thats what happens
Watch em bleed
And keep em staggered
My niggas

They wanna keep us in the basement
Starving and complacent
Lord knows we dun paid rent
Explain it if it make sense

Alive or dead we dying
How many mothers are left crying
No more bullshit we ain't buying

They wanna keep us in the basement
Starving and complacent
Lord knows we dun paid rent
Explain it if it make sense

Alive or dead we dying
How many mothers are left crying
No more bullshit we ain't buying

Now we got the world's attention
Everything we do
Reflects on us
Killing each other over clout
Leaves future well in doubt
Embrace your brothers
Lift our sisters up
Yeah hug and kiss em
Y'all feel this shit the most
God bless your strength
You got my vote

Four hundred years
Gripped by the throat check this
Love is wealth
Stop tearing down
Each others image
Raising daughters
Takes a village
When you hate
The kids they feel it
Mimic worship
So called perfect
Features
Not teaching
That their beauty
Is unique and frequently
Taken for granted
Or copied
And pasted
On bodies
With no knowledge of struggle
Ideal bubble
God he loves you
From the rubble
You will rise
Roll your eyes
Hypnotize
You the truth
Fuck the lies
Darker skin
Darker skies
Yeah

They wanna keep us in the basement
Starving and complacent
Lord knows we dun paid rent
Explain it if it make sense

Alive or dead we dying
How many mothers are left crying
No more bullshit we ain't buying



Credits
Writer(s): Laurence Ekperigin
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