Black by Truezay Lyrics
[Verse 1: Truezay]
Rest In Peace George Floyd
Rip Ahmad
Rest In Peace Sandra bland
Rip Trayvon
Rest In Peace Mike brown
I’m feeling for the moms
Of any sons gunned down
By police crime
Shit is getting wicked
And I will be feeling hopeless
Cause I don’t know how to fix it
They hang us by the rope
Then try to tell us that we did it
Hoping that this time it will be different
I can’t lie I feel the energy is shifting
But it’s getting outta hand
The shit has gotta stop
He was a well-respectеd man
Unlike the crooked cop
Hе pressed his knee onto his neck
And he just wouldn’t stop
The man said he can’t breathe
But he just wouldn’t stop
On Instagram, it’s a whole video
And though the proof is in the pudding
They might still let me go
I
Seen it too many times
I’m hoping that I’m wrong
To keep me from going crazy
I gotta write this song
[Hook: Truezay]
Man I swear it’s so hard just to be black
Trynna give me handouts like I need that
Ion need no advice fuck ya feedback
They wanna be black
Til it’s time to be black
And all my real niggas
Tell em that we love black
A good Cinderella story
Yeah we love that
Rip Maya Angelou
And still, I rise
Black family, black Jesus
Black enterprise
Just me and guys
[Verse 2: Truezay]
It’s fuck the system and anybody who with it
You with me? let’s go to city hall
Instead of burning down the city
And I can’t be mad at the riots
But I don’t know if the violence
Is the answer, darkness can be a cancer
I’m talking about the struggle my nigga
This shit the anthem
Of growing up with pressures of being black
And then some
Black bodies dropping
It obviously isn’t random
Need the black panther party to pop out
And we dismantle
All this systematic racism
To get it done we need the lawyers
And the gravediggers
The white man tried to make me think
That I should hate niggas
Hate ain’t natural
It’s something that gets placed in us
Tell me how you hate winners?
Can’t feel us
We were taught to survive
Back then we had the clan with the
Torches and knives
And now we got police officers
That’s doing the crimes
Stay awake and take a picture
For this moment in time
It’s so hard just to be black
So I’m spilling out my heart
Upon each track
I just sit up in the car
With the seatback
Thinking how the struggle hard
But we need that
Give me freedom
And it’s nothing else above that
Knew this evil world
Since I was a rugrat
The moment we don’t come together
Then it’s our demise
Black hustle, black struggle
Black business minds
Just me and my guys
Rest In Peace George Floyd
Rip Ahmad
Rest In Peace Sandra bland
Rip Trayvon
Rest In Peace Mike brown
I’m feeling for the moms
Of any sons gunned down
By police crime
Shit is getting wicked
And I will be feeling hopeless
Cause I don’t know how to fix it
They hang us by the rope
Then try to tell us that we did it
Hoping that this time it will be different
I can’t lie I feel the energy is shifting
But it’s getting outta hand
The shit has gotta stop
He was a well-respectеd man
Unlike the crooked cop
Hе pressed his knee onto his neck
And he just wouldn’t stop
The man said he can’t breathe
But he just wouldn’t stop
On Instagram, it’s a whole video
And though the proof is in the pudding
They might still let me go
I
Seen it too many times
I’m hoping that I’m wrong
To keep me from going crazy
I gotta write this song
[Hook: Truezay]
Man I swear it’s so hard just to be black
Trynna give me handouts like I need that
Ion need no advice fuck ya feedback
They wanna be black
Til it’s time to be black
And all my real niggas
Tell em that we love black
A good Cinderella story
Yeah we love that
Rip Maya Angelou
And still, I rise
Black family, black Jesus
Black enterprise
Just me and guys
[Verse 2: Truezay]
It’s fuck the system and anybody who with it
You with me? let’s go to city hall
Instead of burning down the city
And I can’t be mad at the riots
But I don’t know if the violence
Is the answer, darkness can be a cancer
I’m talking about the struggle my nigga
This shit the anthem
Of growing up with pressures of being black
And then some
Black bodies dropping
It obviously isn’t random
Need the black panther party to pop out
And we dismantle
All this systematic racism
To get it done we need the lawyers
And the gravediggers
The white man tried to make me think
That I should hate niggas
Hate ain’t natural
It’s something that gets placed in us
Tell me how you hate winners?
Can’t feel us
We were taught to survive
Back then we had the clan with the
Torches and knives
And now we got police officers
That’s doing the crimes
Stay awake and take a picture
For this moment in time
It’s so hard just to be black
So I’m spilling out my heart
Upon each track
I just sit up in the car
With the seatback
Thinking how the struggle hard
But we need that
Give me freedom
And it’s nothing else above that
Knew this evil world
Since I was a rugrat
The moment we don’t come together
Then it’s our demise
Black hustle, black struggle
Black business minds
Just me and my guys