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Terrace Martin

Sick Of Cryin'

 

Sick Of Cryin'

(album: DRONES - 2021)


Unrest in the city
War in the city
Pain in the city
Blood on the ground
But Yahweh's watchin on high
So if the wall breaks don't trip
You shoulda seen it coming from a million mile
Poison from your lips
Fed up with the days of just letting it slide
Don't hit me with the steel
Cause my skin is black is tar
It ain't far from the real, real

Piss poor with problems
Bout to pick pocket people
And my peace pipe ain't hot
Why they preaching peace by the steeple
Yeah we practice precaution
Cause we peep how they peeling
Capture blacks til they fascinated
We sing why we grieving
Mama se mama sa
Word to Michael we dangerous
Run home if you're scared of problems
Can't dodge em, we angels
Every tanto la muerte esperando el cielo
We ain't frowning we black and brown
And we crowned with that yellow

Unrest in the city (unrest)
War in the city (it's war)
Pain in the city (pain)
Blood on the ground

They poisoned our organizations
Turned men to boys, instigated
Wars on our land with the Navy
Blue or your wet in red laces
You should be proud to rock darker hue
And embrace it
I love the skin that I'm in
And I look like God when I'm naked
Ask my wife

Cause my skin is black as tar
It ain't far from the real, real
So if the wall breaks don't trip
You shoulda seen it coming from a million mile
Poison from your lips
Fed up from the days of just letting it slide
Don't hit me with the steel
Cause my skin is black as tar
It ain't far from the real, real

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