KEISHA ALERT by Kota the Friend Lyrics
[Verse 1]
They call me KOTA in the street
But lately I just tell em that I'm going by Kalief
Been running from the coppers and the system in my sleep
Holding back the tears while I’m looking at my niece
Cus they don't really care about the brown kids in public housing
Profiled kids, never found kids, so fuck em
The devil is prevalent in they customs
Stealing and killing off colored people since Columbus
Stuffing black bodies with cotton my father's father’s father's father picked
Sit and I wonder where Eric Garner is
Strange fruit hanging, they using us like we garnishes
Genocide ordered from politicians in offices
Send us up to heaven and call it a special offering
This the fuckin world that we gotta father our daughters in
Born with two strikes and wondering why we hostile
But see it ain't the 50's, I'm busting 50 for my child
Sniping muhfuckas and bombing until the hurts gone
Calling me the plague, I'm taking all of your first borns
All is justifiable homie we weathered worse storms
400 years, officially righting all wrongs
Another little black girl lost
They call me KOTA in the street
But lately I just tell em that I'm going by Kalief
Been running from the coppers and the system in my sleep
Holding back the tears while I’m looking at my niece
Cus they don't really care about the brown kids in public housing
Profiled kids, never found kids, so fuck em
The devil is prevalent in they customs
Stealing and killing off colored people since Columbus
Stuffing black bodies with cotton my father's father’s father's father picked
Sit and I wonder where Eric Garner is
Strange fruit hanging, they using us like we garnishes
Genocide ordered from politicians in offices
Send us up to heaven and call it a special offering
This the fuckin world that we gotta father our daughters in
Born with two strikes and wondering why we hostile
But see it ain't the 50's, I'm busting 50 for my child
Sniping muhfuckas and bombing until the hurts gone
Calling me the plague, I'm taking all of your first borns
All is justifiable homie we weathered worse storms
400 years, officially righting all wrongs
Another little black girl lost