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letra de to whom it may concern... - ark woods & rusl

welcome to the land of the free, home of the brave
where the shackles lay within so you can’t tell you a slave
a good day for anothers goin to work to get paid
but i get home and just be grateful that i ain’t see my grave

there’s fire in the streets and blood on the pavement
they record for evidence but watch for entertaiment
let the record show you’re already losin at your araraignment
cuz you lookin at your peers and the jury look likе the plaintiff

why does it feel unreasonablе to ask for justice?
havin to beg for what’s right like can’t you do us just this?
youd rather k!ll a million of us than put some where they belong
and you wonder why we all so p-ssed?
im sick of watching innocent life being swept under the carpet
im tired of prayin to white jesus’ reincarnate
time to get your priorities straight
there’s a daughter without a father and you worried about target

whats a store, they can get that back, how much a life cost?
they more concerned with broken glass than the actual life lost
slave masters changed they title, now they the white boss
dont take it out on barbershops, burn the blue and white ross!

i hope my words fall on hopeful ears
cuz the task at hand might take a couple hundred years
hope they don’t put another brother in office
they’ll prolly throw him in this runaway train and say “it’s up to you to steer”

woaaahhhh, wooooaaaaahhhh
woooaaaaahhh, woooooaaaahhh

i just wanna live
is that too much to ask
im makin my demands
and i wont take it back

i said i just wanna live
but i dont think i can
i dont wanna die
aint in my plan
picture this: you walk into a room of strangers
and you can feel them look at you with unprovoked anger
you never met em but they hate you and they feel in danger
one wrong move all of a sudden karen’s a power ranger

they call the cops and now you askin “for what”
now she tellin all these lies about “you might have a gun”
you thinkin silently “d-mn, should i record her or run”
i shoulda told my kids i loved them cuz i might be the one

imagine being hated cuz the way you were born
they step on you and you get hurt, we livin life like a th-rn
wouldn’t that make you wanna pick up a brick, smash all the stores
and take a can of gasoline and burn it down to the boards

but now’s the time for unity and action
ive had it with these godd-mn snakes like samuel jackson
i wanna smile in a dirty pigs face, see they reaction
when we march black and white hands locked in orderly fashion

we owe it to gianna floyd and all the kids who sleep at night
without a parent lost to a problem that it’s our time to fight
that little girl said my daddy changed the world
its up to us to make sure she was right

- ark woods rusl

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