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Wake Up

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Hip-Hop/Rap

Wake Up was released on February 13, 2020 by Chris Jackson as a part of the album Wake Up - Single

Song Details

AlbumWake Up - Single

Release DateFebruary 13, 2020

LabelChris Jackson

LanguageEnglish

Melodicness

Acousticness

Valence

Danceability

Energy

BPM88

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Chris Jackson

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Chris Jackson

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Lyrics

Hey

Rest in peace Sean Bell

Rest in peace Mike Brown

Rest in peace Freddie Gray

Rest in peace all the fallen soldiers, man

Rest in peace Sandra Bland

Y'all rest up

Rest in peace Sam Dubois, man

My **** Bird, my **** Boom

Let's go

Want y'all to feel this shit

You don't feel nothin' else

Uh, yeah

I'm from the city where drugs and

Prostitution might as well become a legal aid

And youngins tote pistols before they make it to sixth grade

Was drinkin' and smokin' before I turned to legal age

And channel timeless thoughts from my memory to a blank page

The weight of the world is gettin' real heavier

Cops shootin' kids, man, this shit is gettin' scarier

One false move and these crackers wanna bury ya

Put you underground like we all friends from Harriet

And I thought they gave Eric Garner the business

Jumped Rodney King, they beat him 'til he was senseless

Gettin' chased by dogs while hoppin' over the fences

They spray us with water hose and keep our face in the trenches

How to survive in this white man's war?

No such thing as middle class, you either rich or you poor

And they give us no other option, either weed or the raw

Wakin' up to a nightmare, I swear I seen it before

Rest in peace to Boom, one of the realest

And rest in peace to Bird, that **** one of the illest

Was sittin' back plottin' on how we'd get to a million

Then I got a phone call and they told me you wasn't livin'

I swear to God, these **** never remember

'Bout how we ran the city from January to winter

You **** couldn't ball, stay pickin' out all your splinters

Then you **** turn bitch and start changin' up all your gender

Give anything in this world to bring my **** back

Life on spin cycle, man, this shit is like a laundromat

Takin' ecstasy thinkin' I'm in a cardiac

Don't know if it's the X or I'm really catchin' a heart attack

And social media hoggin' up conversation

No human interaction, not even no face-to-face shit

Lookin' at the book, decipherin' all the pages

Lookin' at my friends list, decipherin' all the racists

Religion is heavy, it gotta weigh a ton

I'm tryna have faith and not contemplate on the dumb

For God so loved the world, he gave his begotten son

And bullets ain't got a name, just keep 'em outta that gun

And Malcolm X was way ahead of his time

Minister Farrakhan was constantly bein' blind

The Muslim generation took what he said and strive

While Malcolm X was preachin', they shot him up from behind

Damn, hashtag Black Lives Matter

Sam took a head shot and lost brain matter

Sandra Bland end up hangin' herself

How can a woman so smart be preparin' for death?

Why should I call the police if I'm dyin' for help?

Probably gun me down in the street or put my case on the shelf

America, can you hear me? Am I talkin' for help?

When black folks get a check, they only thinkin' 'bout self

Shit, what's the disadvantage of bein' white?

Does the complexion of your skin make other races have to think twice?

Are you harassed when it gets late at night?

When you get pulled over by cops, are you

In fret that you might lose your life?

Stereotypes set in stone, whether they true or not

Seen police officers shoot a man 'cause he moved a lot

Seen police strangle a man, said he was sellin' smokes

Fifty cops on top of his back with hands around his throat

"Fuck your breath" is what they said while he was losin' air

Nobody did nothin' for Eric, he was layin' there

Whippin' out they phones to capture his last moments

Is police really for us or maybe they our opponents?

It's hard to tell whether they for us or against us

They killin' **** crazy, these murders is gettin' senseless

Get in the courtroom and change it up in an instance

The jurors deliberate and **** could get acquitted

Damn, they shootin' **** with they hands up

Shh, and we ain't even got no answers

We fallin' for anything, it's time to stand up

Police killin' more blacks than smallpox and cancer

Shit, black-on-black killin' kinda high too

But let me drop some knowledge and hopefully it informs you

The reason why this happen because of the proximity

Blacks live around blacks, so black's the only thing they see

Shit, and I ain't tryna justify it

Most of the time, we only come together just to riot

But that's the type of shit that only happen when we tired

They promisin' **** dreams, but steady producin' liars

Shit, I'm just sick and tired of bein' tired

Nah, I'm just sick and tired of even tryin'

Can't even speak life to a **** dyin'

You can try and sell him the world and he won't ever buy it

Fuck

Let that shit breathe

My fallen soldiers, man, y'all chill, man

I got this shit, man

Y'all **** don't know, man

Just wake up, man

Y'all can have that other shit, man

All that other crazy shit, man

Y'all **** wake up

You can fade it

Let me go back and make that shit sound nice

Written by: Chris Jackson

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