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letra de in cold blood - mikey black

{verse 1}
i was told that this was no place for a man of my race
i try to placate the hate that be coming my way
pay no attention pops told me showing advice
may not be right but you must accept that this is your life
you could cure cancer and you’re still a n-gga
meaning of life find the answer and you’re still a n-gga
define the rock and roll sound with a dream make the world proud
bring the sun and the moon down and you’re still a n-gga- n-gga
too many moments of silence for n-ggas we lost to violence
and since we ain’t seeing justice we have to lead by defiance
we’ll try it by any means to reach the lands in the dream
but if they reach for fire hoses then i answer with heat
f-ck the gandhi sh-t leaving my oppressors unharmed
cause what’s a hunger strike if they’re shooting n-ggas unarmed
my n-gga brown never thought he’d ever be trayvon
till a pig got a clear shot staring straight at his palms
the same song yo they show us no love
i want revenge for my n-ggas cut down in cold blood

{chorus}

in cold blood (repeat x3)

{verse 2}
the jim crowe it ain’t over we’ll never end it
realize july 4th don’t recognize my independence
with malice i send this no violence intended
but stress me or contest me and know that i won’t bend b-tch
i see some irony inside your racist tyranny and gimmicks
3/5 but you’ll appropriate our image
the sh-t is you try to artificially reach our pigment
but when the sh-t hit the fan you wasn’t there to defend it
just some thoughts for your mind about where we stand
in 2015 emmett till woulda still been a dead man
ain’t sh-t changed you look at us with disdain
but refuse to step in our shoes refrain from feeling our pain
i’d rather burn with those that’s kin to me then build with all my enemies
so understand while fergusons burning that’s just our energy
i see the hate and i’m trying to rise above
i want justive for my n-ggas cut down in cold blood

{chorus}

{verse 3}
i woke up with two questions after another
the first: does my life matter? i’m more disturbed by the other
when a n-gga is dead and gone and finally 6 ft. under
will it be by an undercover or one of my own color
every brother ain’t a brother cause a n-gga popped the shots that ended up dropping pac
we’ll address this we ain’t expected to make it out of our adolescence
that’s the perception we savage without direction
our lives ending before we were able to learn its lessons
the sh-t is cyclical story is so predictable
k!ll the n-gga that k!lled your n-gga i guess is the ritual
why would we apprehend any n-gga that k!lled our friend
instead we plot our revenge on that brother meeting his end
my head bows as i grieve poor my heineken in the street
for all my people deceased by a n-gga that looks like me
i see the irony as all our n-ggas are dying
the streets that’s named after martin becoming the most violent
no more silence i want us to be the ones
to bring peace no more n-ggas cut down in cold blood

- mikey black

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