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letra de liberte ensanglanté. - byron henderson

[intro]
if a picture is worth a thousand words, imagine how many of them are lies
yeah-yeah
look, look
mm

[verse 1]
partly a product of women that overcome
watched people tell the truth while living lies, started feeling like the ish was overdone
words only have value when actions match
bottled feelings turn to cancer quick
back against the wall, now you’re overrun by every demon you were sharing dances with
everything ain’t all fine, really must be out of y’all mind
of course if i don’t conform or do the norm, y’all arе bound to think i lost mine
steady trying to make up for lost timе
fingers crossed every one of y’all find freedom, never have to run again
ironically, a single book left all of y’all blind
just look at my skin, don’t compare me to god
please don’t look up to me, spare me the lies
stripped of my innocence, kept my beliefs though
you won’t take them, but i dare you to try
conditioned my friends long before i met them, relatives too
all misguided
some stayed lost, some got away
similar to slaves, conditions apply
you either submit or rebel, but if you don’t submit then you die
my friends are women
so if that book is law, they’re spoken for
just imagine how crazy that looks through my eyes
dawg, there’s a thing called business, and you should probably try to mind yours
don’t come messing up our peace just because you can’t find yours
[interlude]
i heard war gives value to life by showing it can be taken away or something like that. as if that makes life more meaningful. what do y’all think?

[bridge]
left side, left side, hey
right side, ride side, whoa, whoa, whoa

scream for hours, fighting off ghosts
never found hope, just lost rope we were hanging from

[verse 2]
me and this world are like day and night
constantly watching people just pray to christ
like, since you gave me life, i sent you two back then paid the price
i’ll probably be crucified for these verses
i’m becoming too defiant, i guess
y’all hoop and holler bout race, yet still buy gucci, prada, why stress
better yet, highly doubt there’s segregation in heaven, if we’re all equal
that’s for you christians
screw the vatican, how are y’all not hip to the fact that church is business
religious prisons, see y’all trapped, tell me what’s the difference
see the road the world is taking
dolphin dive out the car cause that’s a lonely destination, to come up missing in
y’all yelling mask off, yeah
that’s until the blacks come, then it’s f future on some 8 mile ish
yup, it’s back to the past
folks love to act tough, then play the victim
i don’t curse, why, it’s cause i’m black, duh
i’ve been cursed enough to know my past life and how god’s children love to act up
let me fly like i’m darkman x, wonder why your god kept us grounded, listen
look around, can’t imagine what y’all would do to heaven if you ever found it
wishing for my downfall, while these billionaires pull strings, drink wine, clown y’all
so eager to stunt on each other, you won’t even ride in the same clown car
the chicken came before the egg, but humans are problematic
lack of affection and pride, ego and insecurities arise
even more problems added
diamonds dancing, money talks in your mind
y’all aren’t wrapped too tight
we live on a rock that gave us means to survive, but y’all said that’s too nice
read the scripture never knowing it was probably set in motion, not a prediction
they had a plan for the planet
you won’t understand it but follow, it’s part of the mission
ideologies from centuries back, nas told y’all it was written
truth buried in the earth gave you a higher power with only a book as the witness
please, these billionaires didn’t pop up out of thin air
generational wealth is funding the banks, the wars, the lies, they’ve been here
everyone has a place, any who step out of line get erased
tell me, did you ever stop to think about why you’re so comfortable believing in fear?
never dumb enough to believe a word, but i’m smart enough to know we’re not alone
blessed be the thought of liberation from the cult formed right under our noses
yeah, a firm believer in the youth
but once you’re too exposed to the lies, i can’t expect you to believe in the truth

- byron henderson

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