Music Video

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
STL GLD
STL GLD
Performer
Will Dailey
Will Dailey
Lead Vocals
János Fülöp
János Fülöp
Electric Guitar
Lakiyra Williams
Lakiyra Williams
Rap
Maurice Pope
Maurice Pope
Rap
Jonathan Ulman
Jonathan Ulman
Drums
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Will Dailey
Will Dailey
Songwriter
János Fülöp
János Fülöp
Songwriter
Lakiyra Williams
Lakiyra Williams
Songwriter
Maurice Pope
Maurice Pope
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
The Arcitype
The Arcitype
Producer

Lyrics

I'm a freedom fighter Where bullets are beautiful things Which ricochet off black kids and crumbled a king I'm a giver Your lady swiveling when I swing The tongue often It's natural she like when I sing I got problems I'm trying to fling em all Through a mic I'm in love with trying harder I don't care what you like In the face of race baiters Crushing stereotypes Smoking that good good whatever I can stuff in the pipe Trying to change my own bullshit To better my life Either you with it or you not Nigga I'm up in the lights And it burns Like the cross does disturb The night As it glows on a black face who breathes despite The many years of hatred She will need to fight Worth every second of my time to bring to light And then We might find the space to Vibrate And use my words as a weapon To shatter your mindstate peace. At least when we are ashes I'll be you and you'll be me There will be no difference Let it burn, get free If it's ashes to ashes Or it's dust to dust You put water on metal and leave it Then it'll rust I Get it my nigga We all gotta be tough That pressure on rusty pipes Is surely to make it bust You human or you human What kind of colors do you breathe? What color is your air? What kind of water do you need? You got bills You got family that you don't always fuck with? Got any regrets Any trauma you feel stuck with? Me too, it's human Let's take it back to like pre-school No parents No paychecks And tell me would we be cool? It's likely, in fact To keep the status quo intact To keep that privilege in your belly Keep them clothes up on your back You had to learn to hate me I learned to take all your flack 2018 Every punch you throw I'm coming with two back When we a pile of burning sacks And broken bones And broken spirits Anybody cleaning the mess Could never tell the difference Was it worth it? Immortality Did you earn it? The roof is on fire The house is on the line Well mothafucka burn it Burn it At least when we are ashes I'll be you and you'll be me There will be no difference Let it burn, get free
Writer(s): Samuel Buonaugurio, Tyler Ochs Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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