Exposition (Explicit)-Substantial/Jamaal Smith

歌手 : Substantial / Jamaal Smith

专辑 : The Past Is Always Present in the Future (Explicit)

语种 : 英语

时长 : 03:16

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TXT Exposition (Explicit)-Substantial/Jamaal Smith 文本歌词

Exposition (Explicit) - Substantial

The past is always present in the future

Do remember I am a true descendant

Of people who were stolen and traded all for the riches

But I can't play the victim I'm told just forget it

While they dwell on 911 and celebrate independence

But I'm suppose to clear my memory of all the lynching

Sh*t I cringe at the thought of giving my daughter whippings

Plus I see the name that owned my family every time I write a check

So how the f**k am I s'posed to forget

When we ain't safe in churches or even when we comply

The ones paid to protect us are making sure that we die

They say we kill ourselves we still cheat and we rob

But someone you do the same we useful foot be on their job

And if you really cared bout the welfare of my people

You'd make sure that the schools for all children were equal

Fear competition so they had to rig the game

Scared if we catch up that we'd do their a** the same

Know they deserve it but they ask what would Jesus do

Bet my bottom dollar he wouldn't be down with you

He was the wrong shade you'd probably do 'em the same

Shoot 'em seven times while tryin' to give his name

Right in front of his kids body with the chrome

Labeled a threat when all he tried to do is get 'em home

All I'm saying a future minus our past can never exist

Y'all make sure your baby listen to this wake 'em up

The past is always present in the future

The past born a king raised a slave always niggers to Gods

Present in the future cradle to grave

The past born a king raised a slave always niggers to Gods

Present in the future cradle to grave

The past

Born a king raised a slave

Niggers to Gods cradle to grave

Shall be redeemed we shall be praised

Never will scars outweigh our grace