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letra de it is what it is - alim kamara

verse 1

tell it in the booth when troops attack tribes / bullets let loose, sn-tch the lives of the poor / try to imagine, i chose this rapping to awaken / the hood and the gr-ss worn and blazed by the children / where women poor waterfalls / innocent die black in the law / for justice we march back and forth / get ignored angry deported and caught / pressed on the floor / it’s a liberty being birth in war / we’re the sponge generation / soaking up the songs of amazing grace / stolen from the cotton / fields making slaves / now i’m filled with a rage that’s controlled on the page / my poetry’s huh / far fetched from the stage / my purpose / get heard and inspire back to faith / skirts no bigger than belts and high folk / men that were raised my h-ll and hard stroked /

chorus

it is what it is / i’m just telling you the real and how i feel / to be free is what i wanna be there / to be k!lled and no longer see my petrol me

verse 2

feeling like the column in the bottom of the autumn / people say your awesome / cd’s find it hard to sell em / there were nights when i wanted to quit / there were fights we had to repair quick amongst the click / now the storm brews verbally in verses i’m certainly set to make remedies like africans before missionaries / my territory’s marked by the potency / producers who prolonged are now saying holla me / i live not too far from barrels under mattresses and long sentences that turn catholics to practice islam on their search for bliss / listening to news depresses so i’m trying too quit / like a bad habit / the third world is like a third planet / babies raped / because they say it cures aids / hazy days fly by we stay puppy trained and tongue tied /

chorus x2

verse 3

still aching from studying the way they use to lynch us / wrapped in a white cloth / sent to the back log / evening little rodney npk got banged up / they’re watching from the top of he black / they know our names / they know the gangs / things change on this firing range / blood stains and syringes just inches from burnt park benches / where children play and crack pushes / women to cuss in tormented fabric / it’s active where black lives and little luck breathes / but we’ll be back to do the lottery with rolled selves / fingers crossed / my boy’s got three plus / dramas with mama / holding his heading like dam / this tragedy spreads all across / crime on the rise / poverty cries / it’s all about who’s selling and who buys….yeah

- alim kamara

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