Tired (feat. Intel Selektah)

I'm so tired of being alone I'm so tired of on-my-own Won't you help me girl Just as soon as you can People say that I've found a way Hey Hey yeah yeah yeah Hey yeah I'm so tired of being alone I'm tired I'm on my own Now hold up give us the money Give us the loot to repay what you took from me All up in our loins and from us you make your money Two trillion for some masks But my people still hungry Ramen and some stamps ain't holding over today That's why my niggas losing lives Simply trying to get paid The bill is late The need for education it fades It dies away A hole in their chest Marvin Gaye What I'm trying to say is There's a time to pray a time to fight They taking our lives when we gonna rise Tired tired I'm tired yeah I'm so tired Tired oh Yeah I'm tired Tired yeah yeah Tired tired tired tired Woke up this morning And the world was drenched in black and white If we could drain them out and leave the grey I think we'd be alright They curse and then study our pigment Then mime our most flammable moments Indicate we riot for no reason Hope all your lies bring treason Tired tired I'm tired yeah I'm so tired Tired oh Yeah I'm tired Tired yeah yeah Tired tired tired tired Bless my blackness Who'll know what happens In neighborhoods it's steady action You steady cappin Like you ain't got life made out Privilege laid out It's been 27 years My mom struggling just to find her way out I'm always in the store but they watch me like I'm poor The same game every week like we done did this before Y'all call bodega niggas papi Please just stop it Always supporting the people that don't put shit in ya pocket If it ain't black owned then I'm not going Forget about it The Kristos that I drip in Put on to Aussies white people loving my alchemy The one man faculty Move on my own ain't no button that's controlling me Bless the melanated Afro hair with Courvoisier Don't get enough love for imprinting the culture here They bite the lingo bite the look Bite the way we cook Try to gentrify our hoods just to call us crooks And yet again they can't stay away Tired of being tired that's that's the everyday Cause the cops tryna kill us The privileged don't feel us Ain't doing shadow work so who the f*ck gonna heal us The answer nobody but your fucking self And knowing what's within is the key to wealth Bless black blood and black tears Bless all the pigtails and tattle tales Erase their fears Reduce their tears Increase their years And don't for the mamas And the older sisters too Taking up the loads that they mama couldn't but Only a few Fried chicken in the pan on a Sunday Hair bonnets, moisturizer, cocoa and Butter made of shea Get out my kitchen ass whippens Scrambled eggs bacon and pancake flipping Al Green leaking out the living room Older cousins in the backyard hoping they mama don't See them spark a few Aunties talking shit at the wooden dinner table Uncles on the couch watching sports sharing fables Auntie done brought her special friend And her sis can't find her Birkin so she leaving once again Couldn't imitate Even if you prayed There's an art and a magic in our Persistent ways No whip no cell and no damn tree Took away any type of blackness from my people and me