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letra de lovesomebody - curtesy

{intro: malcolm x}

“who taught you to hate the texture of your hair ?
who taught you to hate the texture of your skin to such extent that you bleach?”

{verse 1: curtesy}

murder on religion without no pot to piss in
murder on the thought’s that got us reminiscing
in slaved minds trapped in prisms
hieroglyphic notes inside my denim
man they got me tryna fill them
how deep can it go
how much can we grow
how much can you belive when you have yet to know
how does the boat row inside a sea of hope
this 20 in the winter without no f-cking coat
firstcl-ss n-gg- sitting happily in coach
you ain’t gotta be rich for me to approach
i hope you know i’m usually ghost
but today i came out even a n-gg- had to vote

{hook 1: curtesy}
they told me
if your white you alright
if your brown stick around
and if ya yellow then your mellow brother
and if your black get back click clack x2

{verse 2: curtesy}

and sense i’m from the suburb
don’t mean that over my head a halo hover
or that i had a mother
or slept with a warm cover
or that i never suffered
yes i love my brothers
we treat one another with high respect
no need for the tech
just pay this art respect
and if you don’t get it then you must be trippin
i bet that clip would fix it
i’m from the many gifted
who learns when getting lifted
it’s god’s child
with some bad intention
no one pays attention
until gats go get to ripping
until my words got to flipping
which lead me into detention
back in high school when i first learned this
when i first dealt with n-gg-s being selfish
try to steal my clothes
tryed to steal my hoes
tryd to steal my chain
try to steal my watch until i bashed his f-cking brain

{hook 2: curtesy}
they told me
if your white your alright
if your brown stick around huh
and if ya yellow then ya mellow brother
and if your black get back click clack x2

{outro: curtesy}

don’t listen what they tell you x 4
get back get back
preach a lesson before they tell ya
before you hit the grave you ain’t never gone save

you gotta stand for something x2
you gone stand for something ?x3
or you gone fall for it all x2
you gone stand for sum or fall for it all x2

“who taught you to hate yourself?
from the top of your head to the soles of your feet
who taught you to hate your own kind?
who taught you to hate the race that you belong to ?
so much so you don’t want to be around each other
no before you come asking mr. muhammad does he teach hate
you should yourself who taught you to hate being what god gave you.”

- curtesy

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