Poetic Pain

Put my heart on tha paper, poetic pain
Sum things will never change yeah
I'm so hurt when a black man dyin'
Cops killin' us, they fear a black man
We had the same plans and the same visions
I keep my niggas around me
I don't plannin' on switchin'
Show me no sympathy
We gon' flex on 'em
Judging for my black skin
Fuck 12, we proud yeah

You ain't my color, you don't know The struggle of livin' black
Mama cry on the bills
So my nigga go to the trap
So we gotta stay in the corner and serve crack
We kill each others so we gotta keep A strap
We hungry, I need bread so we get a Bag
Cops killing us, we protest, fuck is that?
Stuck in the system and they're watchin' us
Kill black to black, we don't stand up
So we got so many niggas die young
Hard to get a job so we Hustlin'
When we see 12, why we runnin'?
I'm doing nothin' and I'm stressin'
Coz I'm a nigga
And I got my ice on
I got my drip on
I know They don't like it huh
We only want our freedom
We have one dream like Martin Luther King
Strong like Rosa Parks, we got black Queen
We roc the nation like Jay- Z
I'm sick of murder and R.I.P
Long live George Floyd and Breyana Taylor
Seen tha shit makes me not breath
For my sins I repent, when God Takes me
Feel like I'm stuck in my life,
Cold hearted, I'm freezing
I wake up, I see a black man get killed
Shoot for no reason wit no mercy
Took a man's soul and the family
Why they act like we ain't worth it?
I just wanna live, God protects me
Family cry
I saw young child traumatized
It's just the way it is
The soul never dies

Put my heart on tha paper, poetic Pain
Sum things will never change yeah
I'm so hurt when a black man dyin'
Cops killin' us, they fear a black man
We had the same plans and the same visions
I keep my niggas around me
I don't plannin' on switchin'
Show me no sympathy
We gon' flex on 'em
Judging for my black skin
Fuck 12, we proud yeah



Credits
Writer(s): Givenchy Borgella
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