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Runnin', I'm always out of breath Fightin' battles when I get shit off my chest Down (down) I know what it feels like to be down, down, down I know what it feels like to be On the East side (side), caught up in the current Settled in the smog (ah-ah) I'm feelin' pretty foggy 'bout my feelings, 'bout myself Black and free, I don't think that's a thing, no, no (No, no) I don't think that's a thing, no, no (no, no, no, no) I don't think that's a thing, no, no (no, no, no, no, no) (No, no, no, no) No, no I don't think that's a thing, no, no (no, no) Sufferin' is sexualised, fantasised Do you find it pleasing? Pullin' on my hair, no, no (no, no) Grippin' on my skin, no, no (no, no) Playin' with your prey, no, no (no, no) My life is not a game, no, no (no, no) No, no I don't think that's a thing, no, no No, no, no, no No, no, no, no No, no, no, no No, no (yeah) Another Black man lost, worried about what a handbag cost While it cost to be Black I got a price on my head, that's not any cap F-Feds are behind, I feel like I'm wanted, dead or alive Even aftеr what I have accomplished, nobody said they'll bе kind Look at my skin, I'm fully akin Tell me why you wanna put bullets within Number one suspect 'cause of my colour If I was another, couldn't be him I got the melanin, melanin, melanin Feds see me and get a rush of adrenaline What have I got on me? Haven't got anything Dad told me from day one, "Just don't let 'em in" There's so much to lose There's nothing to play with Will you try to understand this? Can't slow down, gotta catch my breath Gotta make sure that I make it She'll tell me that I'm fakin' She's lyin', let's face it That bitch right there is basic Not every girl is basic Not every man's a racist That's racy, I think you'll find that phrase is pretty dated (You're testin' on my patience) testin' on my patience The way that shit, it weighs me down Black and free, I don't think that's a thing, no, no (No, no) I don't think that's a thing, no, no (no, no, no, no) I don't think that's a thing, no, no (no, no, no, no, no) (No, no, no, no) No, no I don't think that's a thing, no, no (no, no)
Writer(s): Clapp Carnegie, James Maia, Ronald Maia, Justin Clarke Samuel, Ben Joyce, Georgia Willacy Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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