Still BLM (Blue Birds)

Four hundred years of pain is something that you cannot erase
Martin had a dream, but they killed him when he was wide awake
Malcum had the X on His back, so he was bound to fate
Malcum had the X on his back but he was

What about T man?
Nigga had his hoodie on, bag of skittles in his hand, tryna get his goody on

The fuck we suppose to do?
Man I don't got a clue
Since George Floyd a nigga been, scared of that blue
Because I know they see red, and after that there's no reversal
I can't be on the news, when momma heart turnin purple

Shit my first year of college, got pulled over, heart was racing
Brodie had his mask on, looking like he Jason
I told him take it off
Nigga you don't know the cost
Nigga we can't take a loss, can't be fucking with the law

Because this shit was built against us, can't control us so the fenced us
They talking random shots like a shorty on her Finsta

Got the blue birds chirping at niggas, it's not Twitter
Niggas going for the members, but really the main hitters
While they chillin' with them minks, them babies in cold winters
While they living with the privilege, the kids is duckin' the sprinters, gang
(While they living with privilege, the kids is duckin' the sprinters, gang)
(While they living with privilege, the kids is duckin' the sprinters, gang)

Four hundred years of pain is something that you cannot erase
Martin had a dream, but they killed him when he was wide awake
Malcum had the X on His back, so he was bound to fate
Malcum had the X on his back but he was

(Four hundred years of pain is something that you cannot erase)
(Martin had a dream, but they killed him when he was wide awake)
(Malcum had the X on His back, so he was bound to fate)
(Malcum had the X on his back, but he was, uh)



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Writer(s): Jalen Taylor
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