Small Talk
Ooooo
Aaaah
I hate small talk
Turn the music up and keep on walking
While the people smile
Politely, nod along
Low down they know
What's going on
Say it
'Merica, 'Merica
Land of the K-K-K
Triple K
Heretic in her blood
Egalitarian tutelage
Under the sin in the privilege
Divide the people by class
Divide the people by creed
Then pit the people who want it
Versus the people in need
Make sure the strong get stronger
And the weak stay weak
Now pledge allegiance to this country
Nigga get on your feet
Woo
Get on your feet
They don't wanna talk about it
Get on your feet
They don't wanna talk about it
Get on your feet
They don't wanna talk about it
Small talk small talk
Late nights crying
Days passing by and
I'm feeling like I'm
In a paradigm
Tomorrows never change
Keep blending into yesterdays
I'm alright i'm alright I'm alright I'm alright
I hate small talking
I'm alright i'm alright I'm alright I'm alright
I hate small talking
I'm alright i'm alright I'm alright I'm alright
I'm fine I'm fine I'm fine
I hate small talk
Turn the music up and keep on walking
While the people smile
Politely, nod along
Low down they know
What's going on
Say it
Like a thorn in your back
You'll get shot in the back
By people sworn to protect
For the white folk who pray
Cuz they always afraid
So they kept us in cages
And they put us in chains
Gave themselves a hand clap
When they freed the slaves
Only to die to fight in a war
Freedom Eagle for Jim Crow
You gonna reap what you sow
For the power and control
Giving our babies the drugs
Giving our babies the guns
Starve all the mamas in the ghettos
And lock up all the sons
Cuz why they dress that way
Why they talk like that
Cuz all the niggas is niggas
They do dat and do dat
Say
Do dat do dat do do dat dat dat
Pity the fool
Who gonna pity the poor
Fuck a Glass ceiling
Broke a window
Just to get in the door
Hands up, put your hands up
Nothing but a thug
Better be three times as smart
And twice as polite
They want you but now
You acting too white
So betta be brave
Home of the brave
When you black black
It's on sight
To tell you the truth is
They got us in nooses
Try to dismantle abuses
Saying we making excuses
Pull out a race card
From the only deck you ever been dealt
Nigga keep it to yourself
They don't wanna talk about it
Keep it to yourself
They don't wanna talk about it
Keep it to yourself
They don't wanna talk about it
They don't wanna talk about it
Small talk
Small talk
Late nights crying
Days passing by and
More shots fired
Barely scraping by and
Laid off my money spent
Working day and night
But can't pay the rent
I'm alright i'm alright I'm alright I'm alright
I hate small talking
I'm alright i'm alright I'm alright I'm alright
I hate small talking
I'm alright i'm alright I'm alright I'm alright
I'm fine I'm fine I'm fine
I hate small talk
Turn the music up and keep on walking
While the people smile
Politely, nod along
Low down they know
What's going on
They don't wanna talk about it
They don't wanna talk about it
They don't wanna talk about it
They don't wanna talk about it
Small talk
Small talk
Conversations to hideaway our deflation
We throwaway words and phrases
And say em to smiling faces to
Fill up these empty spaces
Fill up these empty spaces
I never really feel like I'm ok
I'm ok
I'm ok
They don't care about the real real anyway
Don't give a fuck about the real real anyway
Aaaah
I hate small talk
Turn the music up and keep on walking
While the people smile
Politely, nod along
Low down they know
What's going on
Say it
'Merica, 'Merica
Land of the K-K-K
Triple K
Heretic in her blood
Egalitarian tutelage
Under the sin in the privilege
Divide the people by class
Divide the people by creed
Then pit the people who want it
Versus the people in need
Make sure the strong get stronger
And the weak stay weak
Now pledge allegiance to this country
Nigga get on your feet
Woo
Get on your feet
They don't wanna talk about it
Get on your feet
They don't wanna talk about it
Get on your feet
They don't wanna talk about it
Small talk small talk
Late nights crying
Days passing by and
I'm feeling like I'm
In a paradigm
Tomorrows never change
Keep blending into yesterdays
I'm alright i'm alright I'm alright I'm alright
I hate small talking
I'm alright i'm alright I'm alright I'm alright
I hate small talking
I'm alright i'm alright I'm alright I'm alright
I'm fine I'm fine I'm fine
I hate small talk
Turn the music up and keep on walking
While the people smile
Politely, nod along
Low down they know
What's going on
Say it
Like a thorn in your back
You'll get shot in the back
By people sworn to protect
For the white folk who pray
Cuz they always afraid
So they kept us in cages
And they put us in chains
Gave themselves a hand clap
When they freed the slaves
Only to die to fight in a war
Freedom Eagle for Jim Crow
You gonna reap what you sow
For the power and control
Giving our babies the drugs
Giving our babies the guns
Starve all the mamas in the ghettos
And lock up all the sons
Cuz why they dress that way
Why they talk like that
Cuz all the niggas is niggas
They do dat and do dat
Say
Do dat do dat do do dat dat dat
Pity the fool
Who gonna pity the poor
Fuck a Glass ceiling
Broke a window
Just to get in the door
Hands up, put your hands up
Nothing but a thug
Better be three times as smart
And twice as polite
They want you but now
You acting too white
So betta be brave
Home of the brave
When you black black
It's on sight
To tell you the truth is
They got us in nooses
Try to dismantle abuses
Saying we making excuses
Pull out a race card
From the only deck you ever been dealt
Nigga keep it to yourself
They don't wanna talk about it
Keep it to yourself
They don't wanna talk about it
Keep it to yourself
They don't wanna talk about it
They don't wanna talk about it
Small talk
Small talk
Late nights crying
Days passing by and
More shots fired
Barely scraping by and
Laid off my money spent
Working day and night
But can't pay the rent
I'm alright i'm alright I'm alright I'm alright
I hate small talking
I'm alright i'm alright I'm alright I'm alright
I hate small talking
I'm alright i'm alright I'm alright I'm alright
I'm fine I'm fine I'm fine
I hate small talk
Turn the music up and keep on walking
While the people smile
Politely, nod along
Low down they know
What's going on
They don't wanna talk about it
They don't wanna talk about it
They don't wanna talk about it
They don't wanna talk about it
Small talk
Small talk
Conversations to hideaway our deflation
We throwaway words and phrases
And say em to smiling faces to
Fill up these empty spaces
Fill up these empty spaces
I never really feel like I'm ok
I'm ok
I'm ok
They don't care about the real real anyway
Don't give a fuck about the real real anyway
Credits
Writer(s): Adrielle Arieh Belle
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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