In search of the
Freedom that they
Try to take
Can't forget
The hate crimes and
Corpses that were
Oven baked
Window pane
Viewing to see
The right point
Of view
There always has to
Be a viewing
One more casualty
That triggers skin
Crawlers
So the pain
Stays inked out
Like tattoo parlours
Speaking what's real
So the pen
Is on assignment
Hard at work
With the flow
Wanna give Mom
Her retirement
Buried the hatchet
With some
And found closure
In stereo
But stay on
Guard at defense
Like they booby trapped
The burial
Daylight hits and
I'm grateful for
The 24 that passed
Pushing limits I won't
Be a black American
Typecast
So much sacrifice
That came on its own
Timing
Coming from a place
Where a winner isn't common.
That drive deep inside you're
Only capable of starting
My words of hope are
Watering my people
Like a garden
No it's all
Not planned
Ace up my
Sleeve when they
Try my hand
So much lost
The man's still
Driven
Down to my
Knees hoping all
Is forgiven
No they won't
Take my energy
I forfeit the
Identity society
Tries to give
To me
Don't talk to me
About the American
Dream manifestation
When there's a
Global manslaughterhouse for
Every pigmentation
Staying woke by
Your side
You can call
Me the alarmer
With the right words
To strengthen your
Under armor
No receipts for
What the media
Sold ya
No first aid
For the bloodied
Mom of a
Child soldier
Just a lot
Of tear soaked
Shoulders and blurry
Big picture
And permanent solution
In dusted scripture
Running from my
Regret
The world's been
Such a threat
For so long
Shubey - Real Lyrics
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In search of the
Freedom that they
Try to take
Can't forget
The hate crimes and
Corpses that were
Oven baked
Window pane
Viewing to see
The right point
Of view
There always has to
Be a viewing
One more casualty
That triggers skin
Crawlers
So the pain
Stays inked out
Like tattoo parlours
Speaking what's real
So the pen
Is on assignment
Hard at work
With the flow
Wanna give Mom
Her retirement
Buried the hatchet
With some
And found closure
In stereo
But stay on
Guard at defense
Like they booby trapped
The burial
Daylight hits and
I'm grateful for
The 24 that passed
Pushing limits I won't
Be a black American
Typecast
So much sacrifice
That came on its own
Timing
Coming from a place
Where a winner isn't common.
That drive deep inside you're
Only capable of starting
My words of hope are
Watering my people
Like a garden
No it's all
Not planned
Ace up my
Sleeve when they
Try my hand
So much lost
The man's still
Driven
Down to my
Knees hoping all
Is forgiven
No they won't
Take my energy
I forfeit the
Identity society
Tries to give
To me
Don't talk to me
About the American
Dream manifestation
When there's a
Global manslaughterhouse for
Every pigmentation
Staying woke by
Your side
You can call
Me the alarmer
With the right words
To strengthen your
Under armor
No receipts for
What the media
Sold ya
No first aid
For the bloodied
Mom of a
Child soldier
Just a lot
Of tear soaked
Shoulders and blurry
Big picture
And permanent solution
In dusted scripture
Running from my
Regret
The world's been
Such a threat
For so long
Freedom that they
Try to take
Can't forget
The hate crimes and
Corpses that were
Oven baked
Window pane
Viewing to see
The right point
Of view
There always has to
Be a viewing
One more casualty
That triggers skin
Crawlers
So the pain
Stays inked out
Like tattoo parlours
Speaking what's real
So the pen
Is on assignment
Hard at work
With the flow
Wanna give Mom
Her retirement
Buried the hatchet
With some
And found closure
In stereo
But stay on
Guard at defense
Like they booby trapped
The burial
Daylight hits and
I'm grateful for
The 24 that passed
Pushing limits I won't
Be a black American
Typecast
So much sacrifice
That came on its own
Timing
Coming from a place
Where a winner isn't common.
That drive deep inside you're
Only capable of starting
My words of hope are
Watering my people
Like a garden
No it's all
Not planned
Ace up my
Sleeve when they
Try my hand
So much lost
The man's still
Driven
Down to my
Knees hoping all
Is forgiven
No they won't
Take my energy
I forfeit the
Identity society
Tries to give
To me
Don't talk to me
About the American
Dream manifestation
When there's a
Global manslaughterhouse for
Every pigmentation
Staying woke by
Your side
You can call
Me the alarmer
With the right words
To strengthen your
Under armor
No receipts for
What the media
Sold ya
No first aid
For the bloodied
Mom of a
Child soldier
Just a lot
Of tear soaked
Shoulders and blurry
Big picture
And permanent solution
In dusted scripture
Running from my
Regret
The world's been
Such a threat
For so long
Writer: Shukran Jacobs
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid