I've tried to hide the truth behind a dashiki
black, red, and green
Who's gonna liberate me
I won't pretend I wasn't stripped of my history
Or that you didn't cut down the branches from my family's tree
You stay preaching that you're colorblind
Like you ain't seen a difference between black and white
after all this time
You act that you got the right
To keep me from knowing
Who am I?
I wanna believe that we're kings and queens
Royalty shown no loyalty
But in reality we're nothing more than just targets to trigger fiends
Put a bullet in my back and y'all won't take the blame
My bloods just a trophy
to your sick, twisted game
trade in your guns for lynches
Leavin niggas in stitches
I can only pray I'm not next
on y'alls hit list
No justice, no peace
In this world I have to prove my worth
I'm More than a statistic
More than shots popped from glock fuckin bursts
I'm sick of screaming for change
I'm sick of dying in vain
I'm sick of talking, cuz words ain't done a fucking thing
Maybe my life has purpose
Or I was made for something bigger
Can only hope I'm destined for greatness
But I'll probably just end up another dead Nigga
UK82-inspired hardcore punk from Christchurch, New Zealand, gruff and fast and economical and, of course, righteously pissed. Bandcamp New & Notable Jun 16, 2020