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letra de no more teardrops - vic mensa

[intro]
i know i’m at war
all i ever wanted to do was live without fear
(all he ever wanted, wanted)
now i’m all tied up (all tied up)
with nowhere to go (nowhere to go)
no more teardrops
no more teardrops
no more teardrops
no more teardrops
no more teardrops
no more teardrops
no more teardrops
no more teardrops
no more teardrops
no more teardrops
no more teardrops
no more teardrops

[verse 1]
police cars on fire in the streets
tear gas and the dogs on a leash
the scene seem like somethin’ in the ’60s
you take your knees like monica lewinsky
they beating women like bobby did whitney
that’s why the only blue we salute is to nipsey
juneteenth barbecue at the precinct
hanging by the pigtails, burned down wendy’s
strange fruits still swingin’ from the trees
white folks protesting ’cause they can’t leave
try twenty-five to life, that’s a real quarantine
they just take the mask off when they can’t breathe
but we got officers knees in our esophagus
face blue ’cause he running out of oxygen
got his brains blew by one of his accomplices
add you to the list of his accomplishments
he came forward in the night, now we’re mourning
black fist up to no-knock warrants
but the fascism ain’t the only army warrin’
look at the way the patriarchy took [?]
look at the blood, the streets filled with teardrops
i ain’t slavin’ for ’em, i ain’t ’bout this sh-t crop
p-ssed off, my wrist lock in quick lock
i’m with this sh-t ’til the bullsh-t stop

[chorus]
no more teardrops
no more teardrops
no more teardrops
no more tears
no more teardrops
no more teardrops
no more teardrops
no more tears

[verse 2]
i’m tired of only seein’ n-ggas at the funeral
i’m tired of learnin’ my homie’s name at the eulogy
i’m tired of wearin’ suits, man, this ain’t suitable
i’m tired of runnin’, but the cops keep shooting me
n-ggas dyin’ and we still buyin’ jewelry
this is ain’t the time for the tomfoolery
a sign of the times, sh-t ain’t what it used to be
i throw a hoodie on, look at what they do to me
223 c-cked, i don’t need a handout
this wall street, [?] bailout
they tried to turn us to believin’ the government
but even with barack as president, n-ggas tried to sell rocks
one out of fifteen n-ggas in the cell block
the other fourteen, don’t n0body care about
i’m in the courtroom pullin’ my hair out
’cause i get another year for each one of my dreadlocks
sometimes you gotta fight back to get your life back
but if you fight back, you might get your life jacked
just to fight back, you gotta have the right stack
so johnny cochran gonna hit you with the price tag
malcolm x, huey newton, they don’t like that
h-ll, h-ll nah, they don’t like that
first n-gga try to hit me with a nightstick
i’m going from a clip, i ain’t goin’ out like that

[chorus]
no more teardrops
no more teardrops
no more teardrops
no more tears
no more teardrops
no more teardrops
no more teardrops
no more tears
no more teardrops
no more teardrops
no more teardrops
no more tears

- vic mensa

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