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cooley savant - god's gonna cut you down كلمات الأغنية

verse 1
face to face
down where the green gr-ss grows
we traded our souls
we traded our souls
if this death does it’s part
and the tangles we made undone
we’ll wash the mess that we made
(mess that we made)

and ooh
they’ll tell the world about this gift we exchanged
(gift we exchanged)
and ooh
they’ll say our stories like our tales ain’t the same
(tales ain’t the same)

hook
run on for a long time
run on for a long time
run on for a long time
tell em that god is gonna cut you down
run on for a long time
run on for a long time
run on for a long time
tell em that god is gonna cut you down

verse 2
they won’t believe me
how death came to see me
trapped over black oceans
fathers screaming older hymns
my brothers screaming over them
i seen this, i seen it before
the cages had devoured all our mockingbirds
and currently begging for more

ohhh
sons and daughters fielding forests bloomed by colored trees
and buried by the branches where they hung these stranger things
there’s smoke on the waters and bridges got burned and charred the harbor
and drowned in creeks where liberty had crossed with suffrage daughters

hook

verse 3
running back
caught a heart attack
doing jumping jacks
rope-a-dope
soak a rope
hope his lungs collapse
before the branches snap
pleaded for me as he
bled on the leaves of that bark
making sacred sap
and they ask why my -ss is so bitter
“why these n-ggas so mad
why that syrup so black?”
why the f-ck you at my function
tryna cross-up my -ss
and put that sh-t up on my twitter feed to make me relax?
cause it’s ’bout the black-on-black crimes
’til you need them at your rallies tryna regulate these gun rights
and everbody loves the sunshine
and it’s all lives matter ’til they matter to them sometimes
another father beggin’ to breathe
he’s under your laws
the weight of your world
the weight of your sins
the weight of your shins
and these are my seeds
and these are my kings
my wounds and my swords
and these are my dreams

black taught
black homes
black bones
black hope
black soap
black drums
black boy
black gun
black boy
boy run
run now
and tell em that god is gonna
cut em down

- cooley savant

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