In the Heat
I got shit up in my heart
That I could've fell apart from
I couldn't let it stop me
Had to go in harder
Land of The Free
But my people at the auction
Go few centuries deep
And we still gotta problem
How we gone achieve
If they put it in designs that
They'll be getting top racks
We'll be getting top scraps
We gone make it pop and
They gone copy all that
Then they'll make a rock band
Like they created all that
Hell naw
Real niggas fell off
And faux niggas well now
At home mad as fuck
Cause faux niggas is feed well
Willie Lynch in love
Cause niggas don't love themselves now
Darkskin, brown, or light, we all been spellbound
Saige, nigga
I been pulled apart just for my taste, nigga
I've been from the start working hard on rainy days, nigga
Had to check myself
Cause that's part of what all it takes, nigga
You gotta think bigger
And stand for what you think, nigga
I been having thoughts about the future and the promise land
Where the 40 acres and the mule that you been promising
Where the reparations
For bringing us to this nation
We never asked for this placement
You mad that people still coming in
You fumbling
Breaking the system til it start crumbling
It was only designed to make sure we kept the under hand
Got us stuck in one place, look like we doing the running man
These crackas fucked up the country up and blamed it on Obama's hands
Damn
These niggas keep they foot upon our chest tho
Time and time again we try to rise above the rest tho
And if you pull me over, what's the chances that I'll get let go
Pistol cocked to my eyes cause you picture me as a threat tho
If niggas wanna riot
So be it
Cause we been quiet
I'm tired of our people dying
I'm tired of our mamas crying
Fuck peace
I been feeling violent
Won't seize
Until we get triumph
Fuck Trump,
Until he resigning
Fuck you
And the flag you flying
Bitch
In the heat and we walked through the mangroves
Treading water where the crocs and the snakes roam
In the land where the bald eagle states on
If it ain't dead then you might see a cell-room
I'm in bed but they might shoot the wrong home
I raise my hands but they might see a sidearm
They see my skin and my life gets a price fall
So how the hell you see that and say it's my fault
Looking to the sky
Falling to my knees
When I close my eyes
I can't even sleep
How you on my side, if we don't even cry the same
How many lynchings did you have to try to dodge today
War wounds down my spine
Blisters on my feet
I been running miles
Ain't stopping just to eat
You looking out yo blinds, do you wanna see me die today
I call for help, and you just watch me while you hide your face
How could you hate us
For no reason
You commit hate crimes
But call it even
It couldn't be further from it
I can't escape from it
They gone try to stunt us
We gone become something
We gone become something
We gone keep it running
It's sad I'm checking niggas who thinkin we talking nonsense
Like they ain't have no business with feelings for racist fucks
I'm bothered, not giving up
They'd love to see you in cuffs
In the heat and we walked through the mangroves
Treading water where the crocs and the snakes roam
In the land where the bald eagle states on
If it ain't dead then you might see a cell-room
I'm in bed but they might shoot the wrong home
I raise my hands but they might see a sidearm
They see my skin and my life gets a price fall
So how the hell you see that and say it's my fault
That I could've fell apart from
I couldn't let it stop me
Had to go in harder
Land of The Free
But my people at the auction
Go few centuries deep
And we still gotta problem
How we gone achieve
If they put it in designs that
They'll be getting top racks
We'll be getting top scraps
We gone make it pop and
They gone copy all that
Then they'll make a rock band
Like they created all that
Hell naw
Real niggas fell off
And faux niggas well now
At home mad as fuck
Cause faux niggas is feed well
Willie Lynch in love
Cause niggas don't love themselves now
Darkskin, brown, or light, we all been spellbound
Saige, nigga
I been pulled apart just for my taste, nigga
I've been from the start working hard on rainy days, nigga
Had to check myself
Cause that's part of what all it takes, nigga
You gotta think bigger
And stand for what you think, nigga
I been having thoughts about the future and the promise land
Where the 40 acres and the mule that you been promising
Where the reparations
For bringing us to this nation
We never asked for this placement
You mad that people still coming in
You fumbling
Breaking the system til it start crumbling
It was only designed to make sure we kept the under hand
Got us stuck in one place, look like we doing the running man
These crackas fucked up the country up and blamed it on Obama's hands
Damn
These niggas keep they foot upon our chest tho
Time and time again we try to rise above the rest tho
And if you pull me over, what's the chances that I'll get let go
Pistol cocked to my eyes cause you picture me as a threat tho
If niggas wanna riot
So be it
Cause we been quiet
I'm tired of our people dying
I'm tired of our mamas crying
Fuck peace
I been feeling violent
Won't seize
Until we get triumph
Fuck Trump,
Until he resigning
Fuck you
And the flag you flying
Bitch
In the heat and we walked through the mangroves
Treading water where the crocs and the snakes roam
In the land where the bald eagle states on
If it ain't dead then you might see a cell-room
I'm in bed but they might shoot the wrong home
I raise my hands but they might see a sidearm
They see my skin and my life gets a price fall
So how the hell you see that and say it's my fault
Looking to the sky
Falling to my knees
When I close my eyes
I can't even sleep
How you on my side, if we don't even cry the same
How many lynchings did you have to try to dodge today
War wounds down my spine
Blisters on my feet
I been running miles
Ain't stopping just to eat
You looking out yo blinds, do you wanna see me die today
I call for help, and you just watch me while you hide your face
How could you hate us
For no reason
You commit hate crimes
But call it even
It couldn't be further from it
I can't escape from it
They gone try to stunt us
We gone become something
We gone become something
We gone keep it running
It's sad I'm checking niggas who thinkin we talking nonsense
Like they ain't have no business with feelings for racist fucks
I'm bothered, not giving up
They'd love to see you in cuffs
In the heat and we walked through the mangroves
Treading water where the crocs and the snakes roam
In the land where the bald eagle states on
If it ain't dead then you might see a cell-room
I'm in bed but they might shoot the wrong home
I raise my hands but they might see a sidearm
They see my skin and my life gets a price fall
So how the hell you see that and say it's my fault
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Writer(s): Nicolas Matthews
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