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letra de call your name - b.keyz

(transcription in progress)
intro:
a high-school in parkland florida became a scene of chaos and panic just before the end of the school day. the brower crowny sheriff says at least 17 people are dead
police are trying to smear bof and jean. this 26 year-old black man who was gunned down in his own apartment by an off-duty police officer
(peace for us, peace for us!)
we’re building a wall, he’s a mexican, we’re building a wall between here and mexico
now this country stands for freedom, liberty, justice for all, and is not happening for all right now

(h-llo can you hear me?)

verse 1: (blaque keyz)
back on the beat the shake the elite we keep running this rap race just to give a taste to defeat
(call your name)
hustling for a check tryna reach the end of the week ’till we make it out of the getto when look back, we never reach, ’till let it help a hand to them people that need uplifting, i write this words for those who feel stuck inside the system
(because, promises)
like a 64 car traits, they’re coming more heartless and at this point, we’re ain’t even living, we just existing
(h-llo can you hear me?)
and sh-t that we could do all the sien pray for relief, while some of us making mills, others die and lay in the street
(call your name)
a lot of us getting shot, target practice for the police
they treating us like we dogs, play not keeping us on the leash
so we don’t get too far, we loose a touch of who we are
spending what we don’t got, tryna live lives of movie stars
(no promises)
but we don’t get no chokes of what shows over pauses
the streets are lot with blood, they’re rolling out the red carpets. set a headed office
(h-llo can you hear me?)
got a president we don’t f-ck with
and ain’t no rip no the races we’ve been stuck with
(call your name)
money is power, at least that seems to be the case, coz he was filthy rich that used the same power the winners race, if we don’t get straight, can’t even call ourselves united states, we’ve been divided for some time now, that seems to be our fate
(promises)
they say let’s make a great again, and heard a bigger favor then
they say that we ‘gon make it in the place we know that yeidosen
playing my position only praying god ‘gon listen, paying the way out for the kids who left the school but we dismiss them, and ain’t no capin gown, they caping down without the issue, cloungs with pistols, shooting rounds and rounds a tound i hope they miss you, i hit the ground, instead of getting p-ssing, we just p-ss it down, the austing like an often played church when they get p-ssed around, often days i wonder if we’d wake up ’bout december, i used to played ramanison days when i was younger, vacation’s in the summer, lately been working through them, telling you ’bout my life so these people can say they knew them, everything that i write it describes a pain in my life, this is gotham, but it ain’t no baigin bruce waynne to bang in the night, no option is staying sane when is danger hang in the lights, slang them better hang them and say good-night. maintaining the haigens fight when i’m swinging heing and i;m tigh
a man that will put his hand on the bible and plain its ribbles arrivals when he stands in the light
i’m standing up for my people won’t be
just tell this sh-t on repeat
there’s every man for himself on the land where is
say my grandma raised me too well, let the maise i handled myself

outro:
h-llo can you hear me?
call your name

- b keyz

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