Basement

Look Look Look Stood in place cuz the wrist on froze Her jaw dropped her lips read woah Ashes drop on a kiss stained floor Freeze some more make the disdain grow Bodies drop when the fists don't flow Ivory teens in ivory leagues Negro leagues exist so please Twenty Twenty here still no reprieve No nine milli but I need peace But its not about me I concede Millions screaming out I can't breathe Dying from a noose we cannot lose Become so numb I can't weep Yet still can't get a fucking ounce of sleep Breonna Taylor Eric Garner Somebody daughter Somebody father Someone's best friend Someone's partner Who's gonna stop this List grows larger Racists canvas Strokes get broader America for the world to view Not just football and barbecues Streets run red with the blood of who Faces that don't really look like you Easy to judge when it ain't ya skin Easy to grudge when it ain't ya kin Under the knee of tyranny I hope you never shed a tear for me Save it for those who never made it Back to their loved ones F*ck your blindness F*ck your privilege That's why you never reverse the mirrors Hate us cuz you hate yourself Tune out you don't the chatter Give me yours if all lives matter Ain't with no more pity patter No, no, no no more Keep the pressure Now they pissed Target the bladder Push too hard Yeah thats what happens Watch em bleed And keep em staggered My niggas They wanna keep us in the basement Starving and complacent Lord knows we dun paid rent Explain it if it make sense Alive or dead we dying How many mothers are left crying No more bullshit we ain't buying They wanna keep us in the basement Starving and complacent Lord knows we dun paid rent Explain it if it make sense Alive or dead we dying How many mothers are left crying No more bullshit we ain't buying Now we got the world's attention Everything we do Reflects on us Killing each other over clout Leaves future well in doubt Embrace your brothers Lift our sisters up Yeah hug and kiss em Y'all feel this shit the most God bless your strength You got my vote Four hundred years Gripped by the throat check this Love is wealth Stop tearing down Each others image Raising daughters Takes a village When you hate The kids they feel it Mimic worship So called perfect Features Not teaching That their beauty Is unique and frequently Taken for granted Or copied And pasted On bodies With no knowledge of struggle Ideal bubble God he loves you From the rubble You will rise Roll your eyes Hypnotize You the truth F*ck the lies Darker skin Darker skies Yeah They wanna keep us in the basement Starving and complacent Lord knows we dun paid rent Explain it if it make sense Alive or dead we dying How many mothers are left crying No more bullshit we ain't buying