King's Nightmare

(альбом: Porch - 2017)

Fuck it, uh

Where the thoughts go at night?
Do they steer towards the dark of the light?
Am I the only one that sees him right there?
Boogeyman don't fight fair, this is the king's nightmare
A slight stare'll give the young boy white hair, it's frightening (Uh)
Can you survive 'til the night ends? Aight then (Uh)

Another black sister weeps as blood fills the cracks in the streets
Clan of white men wrapped in some sheets, but we fight back with hashtags, the snaps and the tweets, weak
I'm rapping this week, so if they kill me the next, I'll always be a ghost trapped in the beats
2016, they still lynching, police killing us, we pay for they pension
Tax dollars, in America what's it mean to be a black scholar?
Please don't discriminate, they'll still leave you absent minded
Dua Lipa [?] behind it
TV screen full of distractions, we blinded
Radio shallow, all we wanna do is turn up
Pick a nigga for the barbecue to burn up
You gotta noose on your neck so don't leak
A nightmare, the scary thing is we don't sleep, sheesh

Where the thoughts go at night?
Do they steer towards the dark of the light?
Am I the only one that sees him right there?
Boogeyman don't fight fair, this is the king's nightmare
A slight stare'll give the young boy white hair, it's frightening
Can you survive 'til the night ends? Aight then

AK, SK, you want revenge?
This the best way, let's play
Fuck around and let the TEC spray
A culture abiding by ghetto justice
Addicted to violence and music that lack substance
Fourty ounce of Newport, marijuana and dutches
No reluctance, use our skin colour as crutches
Racial profile 'cause you fall deep in the cutless
But you can never drive out of the reach of their clutches
No repercussions
For their actions we got to take this shit upon ourselves
Put differences aside and grab your burner off the shelf
And if your neighbour short-handed, lend 'em some ammo (Uh)
If we unite then we too much for them to handle
That there is America's biggest fear
But we been helping 'em kill us off for years
We can break the chains once and for all, and get us free
But I'd rather kill a man the same colour as me, sheesh

Where the thoughts go at night?
Do they steer towards the dark of the light?
Am I the only one that sees him right there?
Boogeyman don't fight fair, this is the king's nightmare
A slight stare'll give the young boy white hair, it's frightening (Uh)
Can you survive 'til the night ends? Aight then