Grass Roots Nomad

Sometimes the lines don't sink
Sink
The lines don't stick
I'm dreading the ink splatter no matter typing on and on
Fuck it-I'm just writing a song
I keep living
With thoughts of dying
Same passion as living in bondage
Just thinking like maybe
Maybe we'll get the difference
Identity acting isn't not living
I'm just thinking
Like where do I belong really
A nigga is just nigga if he's breathing ain't he
Fucking-who's decides
P's and Q's and why's
The internet to tell you why
I seek for peace upon these Internet tweets
Like-give me a hand to understand
Talking fantastic like
I belong really
When a nigga just a nigga if he breathing ain't he
Shhhit-ain't he

I mean really
I really saw George Flloyd die
Now nobody cares for the guy
Gone are the retweets
No more unfollows to swallow or bottle
Back to these IG models
Common issues of a simple man
Imma get or die trying
Or shot by the middle man
Black power no power
Upon my globe
But still I hear the people will cope, huh
The people are dope
Us people find a reason to speak hope
I still scope I'm dreaming
Thinking of every season
If I was denied my own living
I'm just thinking
Shit, I'm Just thinking
I'm just thinking

This ain't no redemption song
A call for a bond
Calling all people to tag a long
Community outreach
No Martin Luther speech
Do I look like Jesus



Credits
Writer(s): Tino Dihwa
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