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letra de shadow puppet - ché noir

[verse 1: ché noir]
yeah
my thoughts is paralyzed by poor black mothers
it starts with a family tree from a poor black couple
my heart is like a gravesite, n-ggas can’t take the stench full of dead bodies, just one look at it make ‘em flinch

but my tongue is a different story, it paints visions for me
cuz my eyes been blind from the blind eyes i’ve turned
became a bride to crime i write to rhyme my words
but my ears is what i use to steer through here
walk by faith, what i feel is what i fear
visionary thoughts, witness k!llers on my peers
all the memories i lost putin’ ribbons in my hair
we all strugglin’ but to them it’s just a puppet trick
we want the cars and cribs, but our people was taught to covet it
the goals i used to call a bucket list, but somehow i lost touch of it
taste of that apple left me waiting in the shadows

[intermission: abiodun oyewole]
shadows
we be the outlines of bodies on a blackboard
impressions of a being without substance
invisible to those who don’t want to recognize our lord
we be the chalk outlines on the sidewalks of cities and towns
while death becomes a part of the purpose
[verse 2: ché noir]
yeah
i was like david amongst the giants
but the reward of true success, it comes from trying
how we programmed to think as a people, it comes from science
and the only way to accept rebirth, it comes from dying
i fought pain [?] off of broadway
it’s hard days to go from an activist to a car slave
the school of hardknocks to see graduation’s a long way
that’s when the devil becomes a prom date
i struggle with expressing myself, i had no sanity
so now i paint pictures with words using my hands to speak
for n-ggas who try stealing my art, i cut the hands of a thief
and keep it as a housepet like the addams family, yeah
uh
can only judge me by a gavel
blood was shed from eve that made us hungry for a apple
can’t learn the art of war until you bl–dy from the battle
can’t appreciate the sun until you studied in the shadows

[outro: abiodun oyewole]
shadow
to exist only by the will of someone else
to plant seeds for others to harvest
we be the crust of the pie that we bake but can’t eat
served to those who have [?] on our existence
to hold up a world we’re excluded from
we be the graffiti on the brick walls of buildings
a shout out to the world, we are here
we be the siren sounds screaming through the hood
stopping traffic, running red lights, searching for green
we be the faces reflected in the puddles left by the rain
waiting for the sun to evaporate our souls
we be the blood stains on our clothes after being shot by the police
and still, we found a way to survive

- che noir

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