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letra de the movement - mckinley dixon

[verse 1]
tryna catch [?]
dark spots pepper my skin
and my, why we live
you know i’ll catch that
where the sidewalk ends
dark spots pepper my skin
and my, why we live
where the sidewalk ends
where the sidewalk ends
where the sidewalk

[chorus]
we doin’ this until they released
for those we lost
we gon’ bang on police
i know
i should cross hands before i speak
but i’m still praying if i pray i catch em on these streets
evеn with the future looking bleak
i rеally can’t let these n-ggas see that i’m weak
i know
i should cross hands before i speak
but it’s still a prayer if i do my praying over beats
right?
[verse 2]
aim for the sun when you grow
twisted hair, fingers in ‘fro
those years with all of that pulling and tugging all on your scalp
man, you a strong woman
ma should see you now
neighborhood proud cause we love those kids
grandma a shooter, remove your lid
and, while i appreciate everything that it did
that after school bus for n-ggas not wanted back at they crib
i know
reparations for the last man standing
cause in this situation there’s a boy feeling abandoned on the playground
hoping that he stay down
feeling all of this way now
baby boy don’t play ‘round
she’ll be here soon
really wish that i could prove it
this for those that fought home in they grassroot movements
i
we are one in the same
i fight for you if you fight for me, similar aim

[chorus]
we doin’ this until they released
for those we lost
we gon’ bang on police
i know
i should cross hands before i speak
but i’m still praying if i pray i catch em on these streets
even with the future looking bleak
i really can’t let these n-ggas see that i’m weak
i know
i should cross hands before i speak
but it’s still a prayer if i do my praying over beats
right?
[verse 3]
yeah, check it, uh
got a mama that resemble the sun
yours anything like mine
i ain’t the only one
how do we grow but rest getting stuck in your ‘fro
little plastic pieces man, how do we know
they be dreams, ideas, then memories
they be stories, then laughed at with energy
found ‘em in the house now
so unusual
stepping on one, i realize they beautiful
inanimate objects i have given life
looking at childhood imagery with a view so bright
as the smile on child with a gap in they tooth
looking back like, “d-mn fam, what happened to you”
they clap at the truth
just snap in the booth
and if you see ‘em on sight, then my n-gga
rip off his roof, i’m playing
momma resembles the sun
so if anyone make it outta here let her be the one
on god

we doin’ this until they released
for those we lost
we gon’ bang on police
i know
i should cross hands before i speak
but i’m still praying if i pray i catch em on these streets
even with the future looking bleak
i really can’t let these n-ggas see that i’m weak
i know
i should cross hands before i speak
but it’s still a prayer if i do my praying over beats
right?

- mckinley dixon

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