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letra de change my color - cocc pistol cree & baby born

[intro: cocc pistol cree]
if i could change my color, yeah
if i could change my color, yeah
look, sometimes i think, yeah, ayy

[verse 1: cocc pistol cree]
sometimes i think, if i could change my color, what would i wanna be?
they say “the whiter, the brighter, you black, you a fighter”
four hundred and one years of oppression
but still managed to pull up in that 2020 tesla
look, that’s good credit, right? gotta keep your hustle tight
take good care of your kids ’cause that karma hit, look
and i ain’t got no daughters, but i wish i did
these lil’ boys i got, i swear to god be militant
yeah, ’cause these p-ssies out here k!llin’ sh-t
and i’ll be d-mned if a cracker take mine on some racist sh-t
that’s why i teach ’em ’bout blackface and sh-t
and the kkk, that’s somethin’ we can’t escape-scape-scape
son, they don’t like you ’cause you black
son, they gon’ judge you from the start
son, don’t want no hate up in your heart
but you gotta move smart, they gon’ judge you ’cause you dark

[verse 2: baby born & cocc pistol cree]
mama, they really had kids in the field
they don’t care how it feels, slavery paid the bills
mama, this [?] for us to fill
how you give a man freedom, but don’t give a man a bill?
well mama, what happened to forty acres and mules?
the only time they respect us is when we keep them amused
wait, blackface? why they makin’ us out as fools?
those stereotypes are old, we’re lookin’ for somethin’ to prove
we gotta think harder, we gotta be smarter
they said by the third grade, if i can’t read, i’m gon’ be just like my father
and that’s incarcerated, what happened to proclamation emanc-p-tion?
i gotta learn all my history, it’s a mystery
my teacher keep on bringin’ up slaves, i think he dissin’ me
look, son, a wise man once said
“education is the passport to the future, for tomorrow belongs to who prepare for it today”
back in the day, i used to wanna be a cop (i remember)
the good guys ’til breonna got shot
i couldn’t imagine my mama is all i got
son, they keep they knee on our neck, it’s a sacrifice when we die
george floyd, y’all k!lled him, there’s no excuses
over a fake twenty, really, that sh-t was gruesome
you mean to tell me that abraham lincoln didn’t really free the slaves? (they don’t like you ’cause you black)
[verse 3: cocc pistol cree]
i’m so tired of protestin’
but we can’t stop protestin’ until we get our reparation
and we can’t stop buyin’ sh-t all up in the store, gucci and dior
until we get our reparation
’cause as soon as our money stop spendin’, this sh-t is endin’
they gon’ forget everything that we was fightin’
they gon’ remember why they hated from the beginnin’
and we gotta go, we need our reparation

- cocc pistol cree baby born

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