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letra de trap amerikkka - nu image

verse 1:
it’s getting violent
i cry in silence
and scream my prayers for your son to see another day
your skin is shining
and they despise it
this trap amerikkka there really ain’t no other way
you forced to grow up with the soul of a soldier
set a scope on your shoulder
whole world wanna see you bleed
back when the plan was for by now this would be over
that these lines would be below us
they still label you a lower breed
but black man i know exactly who you are
broke our bread when we were starving shared our dreams under the stars
we ain’t listen when they told us color sets a man apart
if i was half as brave as you they’d hate me too right from the start

(hook)
and when i see a brother’s mother break down
i wonder if her cries are loud enough to spread the sound
i wonder if his k!ller saw the soul come out her eyes
flood the streets like every time yet it’s us that only drowns
and when i see a brother’s daughter break down
i wonder if her cries are loud enough to spread the sound
i wonder if his k!ller saw the soul come out her eyes
flood the streets like every time yet it’s us that only drowns
verse 2:
let’s turn the table
i gotta spit a few fables
i gotta spread it through cable
i gotta introduce ways to
hop out the mindset of waiting for someone to save us
all we ever had was patience
tried to use words and we saw just how far that could take us
we gotta drain em
we gotta f-ck up their bag
nah, we gotta f-ck up their paper
soldier tell me what it really means to you
of being target to a system tryna clean the youth
they know your life’s the only thing that you got left to lose
they see you learn the ropes and then they tie it to a noose
the stars and stripes don’t shine their light on all people
turn on the news like every morning clear to see we not equal
see it’s quite easy to believe when media blames it colored skin
they got vendettas for black, latino, and muslim men
i hum a hymn for all the mothers of the fallen brothers
minnesota, georgia ferguson, it’s all hid under covers
sons’ and daughters’ bodies tagged in a body bag
a couple bruises sent a couple thousand bodies back
wish i was joking
mankind’s declining from focus
these rhymes align with the hope that
petty crime don’t get you choked to death
i raise my hands and hold on to whatever hope is left
looked at as jokers no poker but someone roll the deck
(hook)
and when i see a brother’s mother break down
i wonder if her cries are loud enough to spread the sound
i wonder if his k!ller saw the soul come out her eyes
flood the streets like every time yet it’s us that only drowns
and when i see a brother’s daughter break down
i wonder if her cries are loud enough to spread the sound
i wonder if his k!ller saw the soul come out her eyes
flood the streets like every time yet it’s us that only drowns

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