900
I Shed So Many Tears
But still no Changes
We're still be killed
By these fallen angels
Of death our block
Just another crooked Kop
Got me holding my breath
Trying hard not to get shot
But the Sun keeps falling
And I can hear my moma calling
In the distant past
Down on her knees crawling
Through my blood in tears
Praying for my life
With Unconditional Love
But If I Die Tonight
Dear Moma don't cry
Lord Knows you gave your all
To raise a man
Beneath these broken waterfalls
Just know your Sun was brave
From the Cradle To The Grave
And they can never kill that
Cause you ain't raise no slave
Waiting on Jesus to save me
While they killing our babies
And calling us z
And disrespecting our ladies
And that's why I fight back moma
With all of my might
And even if that means
Laying down my life
For my future generation
To save my black nation
Gotta do what we gotta do
Nomore procrastination
Killer kops on the lose
And they shooting up our troops
And killing our kids
But the DA won't prosecute
And no matter what we do It seems that we're doomed
Whether out on these streets
Or inside their courtrooms
It's a crucifixion
If I could make my ppl listen
But it seems everyday
More and more of us going missing
On these cold streets
On our knees begging for peace
Looking weak as ***
If you mf's ask me
And Barack is gone
But the block still a war zone
And these z shooting up
Like they Al Capone
How Long Will We Mourn
Being blown to pieces
And if we ain't killing ourselves
Then the crooked police is
Invading the hoods
And hating the ppl living in'em
We try'na survive
But Lord Knows This Ain't Living.....
