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letra de "black sheep" - mthw

[intro – matthew]
i’m yawning in the yard, black sheep, life’s a ball of yarn, for flying kites when lightings striking twice, the key above the barn
we’ve been orwell’s animals since old mcdonald had a farm-
and my good old olfactory senses that’s somethings mighty off
pe-ew, p.s, f all the b.s. we was taught at all!
some p.o.s with an m.s. who said my head was wrong!

[bridge – matthew]

like the pipeline from our schools to prisons!
like peter piper was a rat who the pied the pipe to children
red line the hood these men in white hoods are wolves in sheep clothing
bad bad black sheep!
b-tching always moaning…

[verse i – matthew]

black sheep!
i’m on all my own shit!
i own all my own shit!
i own my soul i owe to it my onus! (o-o-o)
freeing stolen minds
from corporate donors and their holders!
im m-ss musics psychologist i think i need a bonus!-
im leading all the power in my horses
watering my words down on let my people go shit!
parting ways, with their wicked ways
like i’m matthew brandon moses!
but nobody is chosen! we make our own choices!
i’m tuning out the noise
sick of hearing all these voices
im following my heart
never following the herd!
of a feather, flock together
i be flipping them the bird!
one flew over out the cuckoos nest
i’m sick of being worked!

[hook – matthew]*

“all power to the people!” out here fighting the power
who don’t fear any evil from weapons formed in the shadows
we out here fighting for freedom
they’re surprising our ballots cause they’re afraid of our bullets nah they ain’t really about it!
cause they be in their feelings! we be in the field!
on our stomping grounds!
they be in the house! selling out!
burn that f-cker down!
hold to your bibles its no mans land without rifles
we got a life that we live for to lay our lives on the line for..

[verse ii – matthew]

we’re divided by barbs, aluminum wire
rust on the fences
divided by subways and high ways
we’re divided by their way or our ways
but i keep on walking on my faith
my terms, my words, my way!
i’m like the pinky with brains
you ain’t know this was my world!?
wait ’til i get out my cage!
the skies are turning to gray over the home on the range
the fruits that hang from the trees swaying are awfully strange
that star spangled banner is yet at wave, but all these bodies on the branches, blood on the leaves a nasty stain
red stripes white stripes it all the same
i earned my stripes against the grain but
they just grow back the more i shave
5 o’clock shadow on my face but ever more i slave!
i’m a black sleep, with a blank face
not a white sheep, wearing black face
if they raise fists don’t about face
the revolution is raging
evil men keep on aging
just rise up with your people
we ain’t asking we gon’ take it, its just me and my neighbors
but we ain’t knocking on your door for no political favors!

[hook – matthew]

- mthw

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