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letra de kenny lofton - new eraa

[intro: new eraa]
mannnn
it seems like every day my people dieing right
and they’re getting away with it
d-mn, you can’t spell cop without op
ready to barbeque me some pork
(chuckles) ..
ugh ugh

[verse 1: new eraa]
how do you justify murder
some sh-t i never heard of
johnathan p. jackson on these verdicts n-gga word up
you can’t conceal us, we tell the truth yaull try to bobby seale us
but you can never k!ll us
im still apaulled, he ain’t even k!ll the dog
still they gave 46 shots to poor milton hall
thats man slaughter
how you free when your own dash cam caught ya
makes me believe uncle sam taught ya
oscar grant never had a chance, even handcuffed his hands
still he got shot big brothers innocent bystand
if that was one of my mans
yo i swear to god this revolution gone be ruthless
i put this on huey newton n-gga
seize the time dog we bout to start recruiting n-gga
this is everyday, these cops re out here shooting n-ggas
the feelings mutual we dont f-ck with the fed
first yaull k!ll us now we get handcuffed when were dead
that sh-t stuck in my head, cut deep and i bleed
same reason back in school i never stood up pledge
cause my people opress
but dog we just fighting through it
serial k!llers with the liscense to do
thats how i view it n-gga!

[hook: new eraa]
frank lucas selling drugs in the game
they only care about a n-gga when hes giving up names boy
michel jackson, im deep with the pen
they only care about a brother when he’s bleaching his skin
its like im, big and pac but the youngest in charge
they only care about a n-gga when hes writing some bars
han!
and it breaks my heart
the worlds stage and i just play my part

[verse 2: new eraa]
they only care when you’re involved with the law
or when they send you to war
but when you’re blown up to debris, with fatigues on the floor
you’re nothing more than just a corpse, over seas in the morgue
see these thoughts got me thinking we ain’t free anymore!
because the chain is in our heads, we can’t see anymore!
just because we can’t see it dont mean that were sure
i spit the truth and man im still raw
this industry is feeding yaull food posion for thoughts
they im to k!ll yaull, and still yaull
listening to these radios, me i got my headphones
see im stuck in the ninetys n-gga, i still listen to dead wrong
you n-ggas dont pick up on the
sh-t the goverment’s doing n-gga its wicked on a
higher level but yaull driven by fools
the way we living cruel
at this moment dog they building more prisons then schools
cause they, would love to see more inmates then cl-ssmates
and yaull its alarming its happening at a fast rate
hey

[interlude: 2 pac]

[verse 3: new eraa]
pac they hate when we reflect huh
im trynna save the world, this governments a treat son
because they got schemes and do em by any means
and it seems like americas dream was just a wet one, ugh
when will it ever stop
who’d ever known a cigarello can get you shot
who’d ever known a bag of skittle, an arizona, and a hoody
have you chased down your own f-cking block
and get you popped
we breaking up the fights but yet we in the headlock
thats word to eric garner yet they let shrieff harm ya
no wepons for protection civil rights our only armor
even though we get no justice well just let the karma come and haunt ya
how the f-ck am i suppose to keep sane
if everytime i hit the news they keep saying
another brother k!lled ion get this sh-t
were un armed but we still get hit
man change this f-cking channel

[outro: new eraa]

[interlude: donte mangaroo]
even to this day we gotta stand tough
even if you’re locked up in them hand cuffs
cops be shooting blacks without giving us chance to put our hands up
we were set up to fail
but thanks to martin luther king man their set up has failed
rest in peace malcom x, he was set up and k!lled
they throw is jail so we dont set up to prevail but
everybody needs to stay strong
cause easily, anyone of us could’ve been trayvon
that same night, i had a hoody with some jays on
walking down the street headphones playing a jay song
and that only goes to show
i was one skittle away from getting shot and left alone
one arizona away from not reading this poem
most of all one block away from making it back home

- new eraa

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