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deuce the truth - black boy ptsd ‎ كلمات الأغنية

no justice no peace
prosecute the racist police
no justice no peace
prosecute the racist police

i’m starting to feel i got ptsd
seen too much blood shed and death upon the streets

no justice no peace
prosecute the racist police

enough is enough
i’m tired of feeling these cuffs
in the back of the squad car
feeling like my freedom is done
feeling like my life ain’t enough
feeling like black means thug
feeling like if i show any reb_ttal the cop ah input a slug into my cranium prolly envy cause he feel the vibranium of my ancestors who marched i carry the strength of them
i’m a beast with peace within
i did what sterling did
sold my cds on the corner i am him
i am eric garner
from the bay i’m oscar grant
oppressed by the system
trying to make it off food stamps
ain’t many ways to advance
im selling the juiceman
lost on the route to take
the life of a black man
when there’s no options and see you ball players and dope boys poppin
and you think death or in jail is a cliche you weigh yo options
now the cops got a reason to stop you and the hatred they carry
leads them to pull they hammer out
another black soul buried
no justice no peace
prosecute the racist police
no justice no peace
prosecute the racist police

i’m starting to feel i got ptsd
seen too much blood shed and death upon the streets

no justice no peace
prosecute the racist police

martin luther marched so obama could run
and obama began to run so we all could fly
yo dream ain’t big enough if it could get done in this lifetime
floyd didn’t die in vain. forever an icon
death crosses my mind every traffic stop
i’m hoping i come out alive
no guarantee i see my family after i
give him registration insurance license alibi
when he find me suspicious and perceive that i look like
somebody guilty of a crime
maybe it’s my locs
maybe the tattoos on my arm
maybe the bass in my voicebox
i fit the description wether i’m guilty or i’m not
if my hands aren’t on the wheel i reach over then i’m shot
harp on that
i pray that
none of my fellow peers have to go through that
we call are ghetto the trap
cause we feel just that
despite the struggles it brings i’m still proud to be black

no justice no peace
prosecute the racist police
no justice no peace
prosecute the racist police

i’m starting to feel i got ptsd
seen too much blood shed and death upon the streets

no justice no peace
prosecute the racist police

hands up don’t shoot
hands don’t shoot
i can’t breathe
i can’t breathe
enough is enough enough enough
enough is enough enough enough
black lives matter
black lives matter

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