Lyrics:
thoughts? What am I hearing ?
Look through my eyes, and see the world through this sequence
I know to you, I’m just an average black man
With Anger in my
(Melinda Melinda) oh how I miss Melinda
While a walking down a street in Denver I passed by a little dress shop
A sign on the door read Melinda's
and your girl actin coquettish
Money fetish, I'm a walking aesthetic
Young, lavish a.k.a Mr. Bad Bitch
Sleepin' on me like y'all on a anaesthetic
Got the Zs,
like I'm still at war
See I'm a Veteran
Risked my life for this country
And they still don't hear me
I worry about my sons playing ball
Not at peace with
they ought to spy
Like when war drones fly
For you I will in the war zone die
With a head shot I caught the naai
When you walking by
And a clever talking
bother me if i was walking
Wanna stereotype me cause, cause the car i drive
Wanna put me in the same bracket with them other guys
I see em knotting his
Hondas or a Bentley truck
Yo, yo, yo, what you arresting me for
Nothing, nigga
We have a case by case basis based on assumptions, nigga
That's how we
George Floyd more than a quote in the Headlines or statistics debated by politicians
Degrading our ill positions for payment
Stimulus from the covenant in
)
Bless you
Hilarious
Hysterical
Next to
Historical
You speaking with an Oracle
Original
Now Here is a visual
I'm green and noticed
By the spiritual
stop
Overloaded
Overloaded
I’m gonna blow my top
Make it stop
Make it stop
Turn me off
Turn me off
Music & Lyrics by George Wallace 12.13.22
2023
walking 'round actin' all stank
And now she at the party looking at me
Hopin' she can get saved by me
I'm lookin at her like (right)
I ain't tryna save that
walking 'round actin' all stank
Now she at the party looking at me
Boys said she can't get saved by me
I'm lookin at her like
I ain't tryna save that girl
level
Even the devil
Walking with the host of heaven
Angels on my right
Angels on my left
Like it's 4-4-2 winning 11
This is the
Confidence that I have in
B4
Too Much Static Going On
Fitzmade On the track Nigga
Nothing but STATIC In My City
Walking Round With Antennas
You Talking Static with No
ain't tripping if you looking past him
Gas him
You ain't gotta
I'm already gassed up
Feel like Ye, walking away from the car he smashed up
Passed up
wit a red balloon
Coming to a shadow in room near you
Eat fear watch cartoons
Nightmare walking barking at the moon
Soon you'll see what I mean what I
a trip to the morgue, if you're a kid at the park
Rest In Peace Tamir Rice your soul is mixed with the stars
White supremacy's a glitch, it's a system
changed
They mad deceased, these suffocating dreams makes me feel like I cannot breath
Ain’t justice for George (Nah) we coming for more (Yup)
I used to use
raised by racist thugs
I had to go back to the hood just to raise em up!!
My ancestors called they said I gotta spray em up
Fuck Donald trump nigga fuck
just another statistic
Imagine walking 54 in 65
Fighting a system so you can stay alive
People filled with anger, hate, rage and despise
Oppression,
higher
Walking out this s*** is zombie land
Wondering if God dealt it with a conscious hand
I don’t know I ain’t the wiser
Thoughts flowing like
be talking to police
And now he gotta watch for oppas in the streets
He almost got set up by bitch with double D’s
You never trust a bitch to give you
you've earned
Don't interrupt me, I speak to the lord
Heavenly choir, now we are in Church
With a bounty on my head, and the county holdin' my mind
Angels
I’m walking with it on me
No Kevin Gates but I make these bands by my lonely
Sometimes I feel chosen
But I feel cursed too
I’m connected to this music
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