Sick of Cryin' (feat. Leon Bridges & D Smoke)

Unrest in the city War in the city Pain in the city Blood on the ground But Yahweh's watching 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 from the days of just letting it slide Don't hit me with the steel 'Cause my skin is dark as tar It ain't far from the real, real Piss poor with problems 'Bout to pickpocket 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 say, mama sa Word to Michael, we dangerous Run home if you're scared of problems Can't dodge 'em, we angels Evitando 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 you 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 dark 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 dark as tar It ain't far from the real, real