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letra de revolution (story of oj remix) - aritra

verse 1:
please get off me my breathin’s gettin’ shallow
can you stop usin’ knees like a godd-mn gallow
if god liberates then you are no hallow
but one day blue boys will realize they is callow
so many coloured people be dyin’ in this heat
d-d- dyin’ in discrete fashion on the streets
i thought your purpose was to desist after cease
never thought after they resist, you’ll release
we need some action from the govеrnment
violence, firin’, smilin’ but no rеpent
my two cents is to spend a few cents, and not centuries
on the same issue, can we just go end this please?
i wish it was all love, no hate and no enemies
so much more that i could do if i was in the industry
but for now i’ll use my poetry
to go and be
a thing that grows a tree
or something else that’s beautiful
like a bouquet lotus leaves
and make rosa p proud of us
i know it seems improbable
and solemnly, impossible
but don’t you see
that we won’t stand a chance and i wouldn’t stand it if we don’t stand and stan and bite down like right now
we need to go and charge and make them all surrender or send some sort of signal like throw in a white towel
but the problem’s when there’s a 2016 precedent that cause the president to be their one and only trump card
we gotta make a start and jump hard from the start or jump and jump start, hard, the justice car
we gotta turn up dawg
and be cutthroat
all of this won’t just go
so you must know:

hook:
the revolution
will not be televised
we must change
and change will i

verse 2:
“excuse me pardon, step out the car and
let me see your wallet, see your license
even though your driving was not alarmin’
not that harming, imma have to cuff you
just raise your arms and be a good lil rastafarian
i don’t know, i’m assuming you are one!”
all these hotter humid climates
caused by modern human primates
it’s no shocker you and i can’t
simply solve this using irons
wish i could use some bullets and just rush ‘em like a bull
and just squash them like some bull ants, all they be talking is bull
politicians over here
causin’ this dystopia
yea opium in they brains
they openin’, cuttin’ reins
they overly goin’ insane
so many folks are deranged
would be so easy to get out a gun and just go bang!
but we better than that
matter o’ fact
we must weed out the snakes
and climb through this ladder of rats
blue guns aiming at black, go boom bap, causing blue-black and blood bath, force myself to arm myself with 2 straps!
and i know i’m not black but
black lives don’t have quite the stacked odds
cuz the bad guys can just pull they gats out
and do a malcolm x job, so they must be exiled

- aritra

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