Credits
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Justin Heron
Songwriter
Lyrics
All I want to do is take the chains off
All I want to do is see my people free
All I want to do is take the chains off
All I want to do is see my people free
The blacker the berry the sweeter
The juice put your hands in the air
And they Still gon shoot
I ain't even lie my people under
Da stress They out here losing
There Breath lookin' Like blacks
The new dead
Label me a menace cause of my Complexion a reflection of a black
Moon they killing us with smith N
Wesson's shit is depressing a color
Is a noun not a form to be threaten
Or a reason to use excessive force
Of aggression
They shooting or Arrestin
Stole our land & possession's
Our backs against the cementing
Targeted I could feel the oppression
Look at what my brothers and sisters we have to go through
Middle fingers to thee authorities my **** fuck you
My eyes are cloudy like drake in the Album of views
I remember when police told me That I couldn't move
With the glock to the back my Grandma yelling don't shoot !!
Will I be another static of my hands Up they shoot
Will I die from the famous choke Hold like the noose
Nascars of laceration this is a form of
Abuse
All I want to do is take the chains off
All I want to do is see my people free
Written by: Justin Heron
