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letra de distant relatives - jaylon musa

[ intro ]

uh, ayo speedy crack the door and let some energy in
hit the lights, uh

[ verse 1 ] jaylon musa

i got the spirit of malik el shabazz
america baby she tried to retell my past/
i found self then i re-dealt my hand/
the red, white, blue flags a noose tied around my neck/
the pain remains i can’t uncry them tears/
another reincarnated black messiah i’m here/
every trayvon murdered our ancestors send another thousand/
your military is useless, this isn’t physical war/
you make laws but not invisible laws that’s why you loss/
and if you did it then we did it before, this here is global/
remember we know you more than you know you/
every land you civilized we was present to coach you/
to my brothers there’s enough light to shine on us all/
to my sisters there’s not a breath of life without yall/
the revolution done revamped/
distant relatives i’m sending this energy to the motherland/

[ chorus ] jaylon musa
you my brother like my mother’s son
uh, you my sister like my father’s daughter

whether african or african american of course we got the same
struggles
the same color, the same blood

[ jimmywiz ] sighs uh huh, jimmywiz baby

[ verse 2 ] jimmywiz

black president, black elected to black excellence/
my only understanding of life, is black elegance/
black eloquence, the story of blacks ever since/
overshadowed by white privilege in black residents/

self hate a property for regimes/
and then they gave us poverty, lottery and these schemes/
promised us all equality, scholarly as it seems/
but all this is dream, for atrocities and disease/

no matter what plateau or where world sends you/
black child you not alone, it’s what you all been through/
being confined to the hood as bucket crab/ conversations with like minds is “hustle fast”/

so runnin em chains becomes an option/
with black on black murder and prisons become the doctrine/
seek for social media help completing doctorates/
but i guess just being black is just a part of it/
[ chorus ] jaylon musa

you my brother like my mother’s son
uh, you my sister like my father’s daughter

whether african or african american of course we got the same
struggles
the same color, the same blood

[ verse 3 ] phlow

black and african i’m still prouder than
half of them
melanin plenty got a thicker skin
making plans
even when
my backs been pushed right off the cliff
i’m set to land
sitting pretty with my eyes set forward
easier sometimes to blank on what we pushing for
but that’s the beauty in the struggle
finding strength beneath the hustle
here its make it or you can’t eat
when it rains it pours
you know
a viscous cycle
i’m living proof of my father
try to make it out
are you bad in a land of michaels
been the type to
take the shot with my hand to
my face and still can’t miss the target
tell me what i can’t do yeah
thats the mindset
built to love on mic checks
right along with heat caressing every lyric i spit
so why wait for handshakes
its coming to ya
we all win in
one race of
conscious rulers
[ chorus ] jaylon musa

you my brother like my mother’s son
uh, you my sister like my father’s daughter

whether african or african american of course we got the same
struggles
the same color, the same blood

[ mass the difference ] shh aye yea

[ verse 4 ] mass the difference

f-ck the borders, we been having problems they know it and they ignore us/
they don’t ignore the gold, they don’t ignore the diamonds, and having our people sold/
they say our place remote but they having us all controlled
f-ck it/
i’m never ever doing what i’m told, until they tell our people the info that they withhold/

we never had it easy/ say my piece they try to beat me/ i’m begging y’all to free me, come in peace they never see me. (still)
you never see my cv, you always try delete me/
and when i ask for loans for my business, you always tell me chill/

so f-ck it i want my sh-t, my diamonds and my gold back/i’m born to be a king and you know it that you can’t hold back/
no more selling out all i’m saying is f-ck your toe tag, i’m breaking out/

[ chorus ] jaylon musa

you my brother like my mother’s son
uh, you my sister like my father’s daughter

whether african or african american of course we got the same
struggles
the same color, the same blood

- jaylon musa

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