Lyrics:
a white man who commit
The exact same crime
Black man reachin' for his ID dies
White man take a dozen children's lives
Still somehow they arrest him alive
to us you're gonna meet your defeat
Ain't no easy feat being this sleek
Crew sticks fat only consists of the elite
There's no room for the weak
We stomp
[INTRO]
Yeah
Dead Crows
Trill
[CHORUS]
Pull the trigger put a bullet inside my chest
How the hell am i so broke and far from success
I aint
a lingo of the heart only lovers know,
Spoken in drops of blood that trickle on the virgin snow.
Spoken to, by the white winged crow in my sleeping ear,
We all got PRIVILEGE
We all want privilege
We all less PRIVILEGE
Were beyond our privilege
Fuck white privilege
It Feel like privilege
Were beyond
This ones for the fallin' who don't get to live
For the legacy you built that you couldn't give
All the drive to survive, couldn't make it out alive
It's it's full of crows
Full to the brim I'd say
Not even enough room for a mint imperial
What's some spilled nouns between
Friends and neighbours
Emmitt Til she die she should of been sentenced
I ain't never seen evil skin just the thoughts of the man that's in it
Jim Crow still never ended
paranoid every time that I blink
Even more scared by the time that I sleep
Walk out the house while envisioning
Murders finishing me
I'm just tryna live
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SCENE ONE — PRINCIPAL'S OFFICE
SCENE OPENS WITH PRINCIPAL FRANKLIN LAUGHING AT PICTURE
UNTIL MISS BRIGGS WALKS IN THE ROOM.
MISS BRIGGS: SHE
morals, they ain't got nothin' they live by (nothin')
Seen a fiend from 2005, said she still high
I ain't have a dollar in my pocket, I was still fly
Woke up on a Sunday and I had to take a ride
Some folk ain't wake up today I'm grateful to be alive
My n***** be stuck in the room. They trapped up
Cooking dope in the kitchen
Loosing there lives cause ventilations bitchn.
Got no room for a new crew cause bitches be snitchn
Same homebodies since I was
The end
The songwriter?s dead
The blade fell upon him
Taking him to the white lands
Of Empathica,
Of Innocence
Empathica
Innocence
The end
The songwriter?s dead
The blade fell upon him
Taking him to the white lands
Of Empathica,
Of Innocence
Empathica
Innocence
Time"
"Lee Harvey Oswald was shot."
"I have a dream that my four little children will one day live in a nation where they will not be judged by
choppers and serving your people's block up
Celebrating a culture that's degradating themselves
The gangster was created by white
Mastered by black
The next
crows
God bless me energize me with more volts
By multiplying my hustle in four folds
When life goes smoothly all we do is thank the Lord
When the table
then. Eh? What do you mean,
stop pissing in the corner? Well if you'd let me out of this f'king room I wouldn't have to piss in the corner,
would I?
to live since I was kid
Playing in the yard with a 30-06
House look like a gun range
Room look like a gun store
Either you're gonna know my name
Or niggas
blood ran
City ravaged by white flight, followed by mass blight
Son of Egyptian parents born with a chance to take flight
Left the Nile, for Motown
live in
Ruined by rules of religion
Conversations with momma turn to drama
There's no reasoning
With complex conditioning
There's no room for improvement
of the lake
The minister's daughter's in love with the snake
Who lives in a well by the side of the road
Wake up, girl! We're almost home, yeah, c'mon
We
and time holes
And dance backwards, and chant with the crow people
At the crop circle, I've come to know people
Under moon rays lighten up my new ways ?
.jpg/207px-Sheryl_Crow_-_November_2014_(cropped).jpg "Sheryl Crow")
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