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letra de it takes a village - marquis hill

[intro]
black folks
policing in their own neighborhoods
well communities

[verse]
it takes a village to raise a village
papa sit on a porch, he been peeped
body language is like 90%, might be 95
hide in defense, timing intense
memory gone
but muscle memory still intact
he know what it be doing when the energy get moving
he used to be get off my lawn twitter
now he gary from chicago
eyes squinting the iphone in burst mode crashing the oscars
he a new addition to fun grandpa roster
he been overstood the rain
king patriarch, family planning, wheel mechanic
never quit moving
he been retiring for a minute
but this kind feel different
experience one of a tribe
none of a kind
motor oil in the grooves of his fingerprint
now he just watch cars go by
lie on his sidewalk
and recently
he stopped being scared of black youth that look like he did once upon a time y’all
police can’t lie at y’all, ask me why
’cause he been saw nuances too often to create peace
before quarrels start between two officers caught between a few children playing unfair
talking about ack
don’t you touch her hair
don’t touch my own
elders set that tone
all while matriarch whip the club up in that home
house smells like a fried thanksgiving food truck
you can’t be in a bad mood bruh
around aromas that make your nose hairs do the sailboat
and the 40s
and the footwork
summertime wendy, miss the feeling miss loner
the block watchers
small talkers that spit legit advice and spot awkward movement
like “whatchu doin’, can i help you?”
if they sense you mean harm shotgun by the door oughta open your eyes
by the broom they jmp next to the end table with royal blue b-tter can filled with sewing supplies
left of the pink house protected by plastic that they lean on to open their blinds
and decide if they gonna play not home
or welcome you to humble abode, help yourself to some food
cause they saw how hungry you been looking
they seen it
it takes a village to raise a village
mama [?] sitting on porch, she been peeped
body language is like 90%, might be 95
finer than him, timing intense
memory gone
but muscle memory still intact
listen with her eyes even with cataracts
riff raff she ain’t hearing that
she’ll be that battle axe
’cause she ain’t never goin’
’cause she seen it all

- marquis hill

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