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I know you so well, so well I mean I can do anything yeah He can I've been pretty Like they dressed At the Gala Only thing that They queen of Is the drama Save that shit For your mamma Should've been a pop-star Like you wanted to Seems like we blocked And working at the same time A hundred years of slavery couldn't Stop our shine Stop our grind A square box couldn't Keep us confined Refined, we find our light When the world is dark Just like our skin We find love and peace From our god and our kin Some far from their identities So their stencils bleed Feeling unable to choose So they heed To the need of the man The white man that is Cops beat you down For white girl's lies That's shit And you'll have to make a case Just to show What a shame it is And after that, you might Get resisting arrest kid Didn't take the stand For the pavement Scars that live Didn't even testify About the brunt of the hit Now hoping the homie lawyer Wasn't part of the shit Their giving sentences To black kids like lollipop kids Single-minded Like a dollar frame of mind All the time With the pay of the mind Snakes cop into god Like a fad Like they got a right To mess it up And done it off Like some chick they had They have no say Only the true Know the way The Many-faced god Sees the signs of the days Don't give them a wrinkle To ruffle your tabletop And make sure to top Their shots with that Smile you rock Yeah Hmm hmm yeah
Writer(s): Ashley Dejarnette Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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