REQUIEM (feat. RXDD)
The government is sick in the head
They talk about our safety but they really want us dead
Black male walking with his phone in his hand
Police think is a gun 2 minutes later his dead
I know I'm the last one that can talk about the situation
But I have to cause I'm a youngen
in the population
Interrogation
What they think is a celebration
They say the youth is trash in this generation
9 mm pointed at his chest
His life going through his mind
Thinking what he did best
People think is a mistake
But is really racist to kill an innocent Man
Rip to king T'challa
I cant believe you're gone
One day I woke up and
Saw it on my phone
A great man a great king
A superhero
I knew you were something special from day zero
I have the feeling in my head
That I be fucking dying
I have the feeling in my heart
That I be fucking lying
People guess I'm doing good
But inside I'm crying
I thought everything was good Everything was diamond
I guess I'm blind
May I gave my glasses back
'Cause I wanna see
The good people for me again
When I think about
It in my brain a hurricane
I braided my hair
So I couldn't think the same
Yeah that shit burns
That shit burns inside
Ain't nobody like me
That ain't no fucking lie
Look at me closely
Look at me in my eyes
You can see the pain through it
That gonna make you cry
That shit really hurts
That shit tortures me
That fact that I'm alive hope is a Blessing
But i been going through depression
That shit ugly
Not for a girl or the money
Bitches
Money
All these niggas want the same shit
Damn
Assassination
Niggas want us to do segregation
I wasn't ready for this time
Now I'm waiting
With patience
I be on my way to Jesus
No complaining
Never playing
Always praying
Time wasting
Never testing
Wassup boy
Wanna go play with toys
Get in boy black skin so dangerous
Like a gun
Getting done
I be wrong
If I go outside a nigga so exited
Baby wanna tell me lies
Why you lying
You be crying saying n***er
I'm a nigga
No Slave
My ways
My days
Your praise
Your days
Police kill men
Black men gonn' say
Amen pray for them
I be making sins
But I'm doing amends
I be making 3's 24 on my shirt
What you wanna be
Another nigga on a shirt
Double 20 killing
That shit's just the worst
I been in my feelings
And I'm making it worst
Niggas try to kill me
And white man do the same
Giving all my earnings
To my momma
No quest-ion
Nigga be living in my 20's
Depre-ssion
They talk about our safety but they really want us dead
Black male walking with his phone in his hand
Police think is a gun 2 minutes later his dead
I know I'm the last one that can talk about the situation
But I have to cause I'm a youngen
in the population
Interrogation
What they think is a celebration
They say the youth is trash in this generation
9 mm pointed at his chest
His life going through his mind
Thinking what he did best
People think is a mistake
But is really racist to kill an innocent Man
Rip to king T'challa
I cant believe you're gone
One day I woke up and
Saw it on my phone
A great man a great king
A superhero
I knew you were something special from day zero
I have the feeling in my head
That I be fucking dying
I have the feeling in my heart
That I be fucking lying
People guess I'm doing good
But inside I'm crying
I thought everything was good Everything was diamond
I guess I'm blind
May I gave my glasses back
'Cause I wanna see
The good people for me again
When I think about
It in my brain a hurricane
I braided my hair
So I couldn't think the same
Yeah that shit burns
That shit burns inside
Ain't nobody like me
That ain't no fucking lie
Look at me closely
Look at me in my eyes
You can see the pain through it
That gonna make you cry
That shit really hurts
That shit tortures me
That fact that I'm alive hope is a Blessing
But i been going through depression
That shit ugly
Not for a girl or the money
Bitches
Money
All these niggas want the same shit
Damn
Assassination
Niggas want us to do segregation
I wasn't ready for this time
Now I'm waiting
With patience
I be on my way to Jesus
No complaining
Never playing
Always praying
Time wasting
Never testing
Wassup boy
Wanna go play with toys
Get in boy black skin so dangerous
Like a gun
Getting done
I be wrong
If I go outside a nigga so exited
Baby wanna tell me lies
Why you lying
You be crying saying n***er
I'm a nigga
No Slave
My ways
My days
Your praise
Your days
Police kill men
Black men gonn' say
Amen pray for them
I be making sins
But I'm doing amends
I be making 3's 24 on my shirt
What you wanna be
Another nigga on a shirt
Double 20 killing
That shit's just the worst
I been in my feelings
And I'm making it worst
Niggas try to kill me
And white man do the same
Giving all my earnings
To my momma
No quest-ion
Nigga be living in my 20's
Depre-ssion
Credits
Writer(s): Jrd Obeah
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