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Stand (Prod. by Ray Mosaic) by Massiah
uh, you could get capped (Kaep’d) for this shit
they gone probably boo me,
probably go and burn my jersey,
hurt me after this shit
they ain’t judgin’ when I reminisce on a gat
that I had in a mattress rip
cops wasn’t catchin’ no shit
and a nigga had the packages lit
but they wanna string a brother up,
soon as they feel like I’m on a activist tip
I be contemplating shuttin’ viaducts down,
cross legged, on some pacifist shit
just rollin’ the Buddha, we blow it to Allah
make my momma say
“Jesus Christ that’s some dank marijuana”
blow steam, I’m a sauna. north americana
the flags and the lies in the textbooks, that colonial drama
as a youngin’ with honor, I had no thanks given
cause there was no meal and no thanks and no giving
just death or the prison, or they taking your children
it was the plantation, now its government basic
no laundry no basement, two rooms and some lame shit
boxed in on some slave shit
just gravel and paved shit, with the faded brick
no degree, but he faded fresh with the jays and shit
all material, that’s his favorite
cause his hope was gone third grade and shit
when his daddy left, incarceration trip
and his momma work, servin’ and waitin’ tips
the world never gave a shit, so why would he wait a bit
why would life matter to him if y’all favorite statistics depicted no story besides
that he was more likely to be in a line of fire than you and I
for you that’s a liberal comment, for him that’s just live and die
so he down to ride, got his toes down got his squabbles right
finna throw down if he testin’, even a youngin’ be flexin’
the strongest survived ’til they pulled out a weapon
then he got to steppin’, or death was the lesson
now he shook but he has to assume it was destined, that God won’t forget him
so he don’t ask for no pistol protection, don’t look for no vest and
he don’t even stress it, he hold up his chest and he holdin’ shit down for his momma
’til one day at block intersection, he runs into all the same niggas that checked him
sayin’ that they ain’t forget him, they want they respect, they ain’t takin’ no cheques
“run the cash and the 7″
iPhone momma ain’t came home ’til 7 in the morn’
7 months straight just to get him, and that’s when it bit him
he couldn’t just let the shit slide, he leaned to the side like Ali just to get ’em
float like a butterfly to the rhythm, bullets sting like a bee when they hit him
his momma gone never forgive ’em,
I”them babies went took my lil baby, now lawyers gone book them two babies.
now that’s three families no grand babies”
you ain’t seein’ what’s wrong then you crazy. actin’ like racism died in 1965,
but I’m from Canada just over 25, and I’ve been called a nigga least a hunnid times
and I’m mixed too, keep that in mind. either fight the power and accept myself
or get my ass in line to be somebody else, I could never play somebody’s elf
we was slave once now we free ourselves, with the mental and the economic wealth
for a revolution, they don’t wanna help? so we gotta fix this shit our fuckin self
that’s why we never on our knees, never let it be ’til we on our Beatles shit
that’s why we never give ’em peace, never let it be ’til we on our Beatles shit
that’s why we never on our knees, never let it be ’til we on our Beatles shit
all we need is love, take a knee and really thank the lord that we breathin’ quick
then it’s
ten toes down
’til I’m six feet deep
I’m ten toes down
’til I’m six feet deep
and I’m only five eight
I could stand in my grave
boy I don’t never take a knee
unless it’s when the anthem play
cause I’m ten toes down
’til I’m six feet deep
nigga I’m ten toes down
’til I’m six feet deep
and I’m only five eight
I could stand in my grave
boy I don’t never take a knee
unless it’s when the anthem play
he had it made
with the hoop dreams and the jay’s
shirt with the new team, and the braids
350 boost Ye’s, he the wave
