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letra de holy are you - abscaand

[verse 1: abscaand]
my people are all dying right and left
so, i write rhymes until there’s none left
there’s so much death in this country, let’s face it
amerikkka is racist, so i spell it with three k’s
i see bystanders catching strays in the face
shooters with aim that’s misplaced and cars with missed plates
it’s high time that my people rise
put your fists to the sky, black power
the time is ours
let’s stop the genocide and find peace
cause if we can’t, then the cops will find piece
they beat us in the streets violently in broad day
then the media gets payed off to say that the -ssault was justified
that’s just a lie, and you know it
#blacklivesmatter? then show it!
you know if things keep going the way that it is
our kids will inherit a cursed existence
persistence is the key to stop police brutality
don’t let the deaths of the slain be in vain
take the pain as motivation to change the world we’re slain in
a name is all we’ve got in this world, take it to the grave
together, we can cut the strings of gepetto
i want to see all of my people free from the ghetto
i want to see all of my people prosper and not get shot
while walking back from the store by a racist cop

[verse 2: abscaand]
with that being said, rest in peace to the dead
no parent should ever have to bury their seed
it needs to grow, not thrown in the streets by police
with heat that’s shown to end lives
here lies the body, or where it used to be
previous evidence is thrown out the window, you know nothing
and anybody pretending to know is just a theorist with a conspiracy
and any charges linked to the p-i-g’s is thrown out the window
so, now you see why minorities hate the police
our rights are stomped on constantly
then, people curse your name after you leave this earth
curse your name and the woman in which you were birthed
call you a thug and blame your death on your lack of church
or bad parenting, in the wound, salt they insert
and what’s worse is there’s no love for the mother that’s hurt
the minutes turn into hours, which turn into days
that have gone by without justice being served
no way can this be the country that supposedly thrives on equality
for them to say such hurtful things would be hypocrisy
it’s almost as if this country was founded by owners of slaves
that didn’t really care if we lived or died
for many years i cried, tryna wish melanin out my life

- abscaand

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