Protest
Haviah Mighty, Yizzy
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(Young Dreadz'll get you high) I got the over the shoulder look pat down Ah me that the boy wan' track down (ay) Whole squad pulled up so they ran down Locked door, so the door get ram down (woo) They inside so my heart just sank down Bright-ass lights when they scan down Warn my boy so I flag down Likkle weed pon mi hip so me dash out I got the over the shoulder look pat down (pat down) Ah me that the boy wan' track down (track down) Whole squad pulled up so they ran down (ran down) Locked door, so the door get ram down (ram down) When me see dem, mi heart just sank down (sank down) It seems dat di bwoy wan crack down (crack down) Holy f*ck bro, man down Y'all need to broaden your scope Picture you got darker skin and broaden your nose I be sick when I be thinking 'bout the trauma we know This shit is scripted, watch the drama unfold You hear them sirens, that's the sound of the law They say be silent with they hands on your jaw They say you violent, but they act like they God They want submission They'll let your ass get ravaged by the dogs 'Cause there's a system And my black-ass just don't fit in, oh I get it Shit is a race game, and this game is hopeless From the 60s they displaced the Scotians Back then they made slave patrol And night watches, they became the roaches Immigrants said this gate is open Did the whole mile, an inch came the closest So I walk with this strange emotion In my head, 'cause this braid is ropes and chains And I don't feel safe in the 6ix or Peele Bwoy pon the strip like a six course meal And I ain't tryna get caught up But I would never flip, I don't need no deal I never straddle the devil (no) If it's hot I don't handle the kettle (no way) They might hang you or shoot you, whatever (Whatever, whatever, whatever, whatever) Bwoy pon di right so me go left 'Cause if dem nuh see me then it's no stress Weight is on my back, I'm getting no rest Better see the man dem at the protest They say I'm a waste but I'm focused Blizzard in the way, it's the coldest year When you see us, play like you don't notice I just pray the bwoy dem never roll up I got the over the shoulder look pat down Ah me that the boy wan' track down (ay) Whole squad pulled up so they ran down Locked door, so the door get ram down (woo) They inside so my heart just sank down Bright-ass lights when they scan down Warn my boy so I flag down Likkle weed pon mi hip so me dash out I got the over the shoulder look pat down (pat down) Ah me that the boy wan' track down (track down) Whole squad pulled up so they ran down (ran down) Locked door, so the door get ram down (ram down) When me see dem, mi heart just sank down (sank down) It seems dat di bwoy wan crack down (crack down) Holy f*ck bro, man down They said it would change but it never did (never did) Can't settle for less that's unsettling (ohh) Can't let you get stripes off of me G (me) Tell me what's a scout to a veteran (ooh All my niggas from south side Pigs on patrol bringing pressure in They thinking they bad but they never been They just got a trigger finger And too much too much adrenaline rising up Feds got gang in their sights it's fucked (it's fucked) Cah they know if I ever get touched Bun that let alone G checked or bucked Then watch the crime rate, we'll rise it up (up) Touch me and the crime rates rising (yeah) The press call me a young black king But the gyal say they like that I'm lightskin I feel caught in the middle it's frightening Dark enough to get shot by feds But not light enough to get look anything like them When my reality is I went from the news at 6 to views from the 6 When at nineteen I could of been six feet under Yo wah di bumba? Who's this younger? Y-I-Z, South Side where me come from Thinking they're bad but they never been They just got a trigger finger and too much too much adrenaline I think it's my melanin Is it the skin I'm in that make them wanna turn me to skeleton? They said it would change but it never did All this shit look the same when I pop out Everywhere that I go, gotta watch out Still my skin isn't something I'd swap out Dark skin wit the dread dem I feel like the bwoy dem playing henchmen with my folks See a lot of dead men After bwoy dem beat them and arrest them, oh no, no I'm calling I'm calling your bluff 'Cause I'm getting to new heights So you better know your rights
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Written by: Haviah Jahshall Denton Mighty, Yisrael Parkin
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