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tef poe - message to macklemore كلمات الأغنية

[verse 1]
my mother told me i could never care to cast judgments
so foolishly i see most of these rappers lack substance
the crossroads many others stand you see us fall
if i was you i probably wouldn’t need to be involved
i’m seeing in the middle of this street you see us all
we do not share the same luxuries as y’all
so for me it is a gamble if i even do this
f-ck around and leave my career in ruins
wish i could speak my mind and keep it real about your privilege
but i cannot because america don’t like n-gg-s
ronald reagan drug laws still indictin’ n-gg-s
and every rapper spittin’ lines about ferguson
but only few of us was there when n-gg-s started burning sh-t
patriarchy misogyny these n-gg-s ain’t heard of it
but let the police touch my mama these n-gg-s gonna murder sh-t
black president but he truthfully hates n-gg-s
stephen colbert don’t give a f-ck about racism
on p-o-e i swear to god i hate twitter
it’s overflowing with maniacs and fake n-gg-s
this do not belong to me
your privilege ain’t a song to me

[verse 2]
through m-ss incarceration they eliminate the stronger me
exposing social issues through the single of your rap art
when dead prez did the same thing and they got black-balled
appreciate the efforts your counterparts want to give
but this ain’t for idols because we just want to live
my letter to macklemore, i made mine after yours
’cause my opinion only holds validity after yours
this is not a diss record, i’m just being retrospective
what would you do if your entire city felt neglected
and on the heels of your aspirations they resurrected
never reckless, my intention is to dialogue
the radio would never play this, i can’t buy ’em off
their under couple double standard hands of viacom
but i’m gon’ meet em one day, so just be quiet, huh
i’ve been a fan of sway, he used to play chino
locksmith, ras k-ss, a dollar and a dream
i never heard of ascap, canibus 100 bars
how can i surp-ss that, [big kane?] on his first alb-m, wishing i could match that
my momma working three jobs, she don’t understand nasdaq

[verse 3]
so this is not an option out of desperation
imagine if they deemed y’all the lowest of the races
and black and white neo-liberals control the conversation
and these reform policies don’t offer us solutions
we don’t want apologies we want a revolution
a better man even if i’m in the ambulance
iggy azalea don’t give a f-ck about sandra bland
let alone detroit, baltimore, or pakistan
or any other godd-mn thing, speaking of africans
this industry never needed new applicants
but everybody i know enchanted with rapper sh-t
the police k!ll a n-gg-, nothing really happening
they made me mad, i hate myself like stacy dash
my momma went and bought a house next to the white folks
but that ain’t bring my motherf-ckin’ cousin back to life, though
i write for the strippers trippin for tuition saying she a’ight though
a week later dropped out, repeated the cycle
i know this ain’t what you like though
america the beautiful, say it with your eyes closed
i see the system is a failure, see what they did to venezuela
don’t gotta believe me, google the university
of chicago and see what they did to chile
you ain’t even seen your father praying for a miracle
he got traffic warrants and the judge about to sentence him
he got a job at pepsi but the judge about to finish him
a man with a family, but the work will never get to him
nightfall, kisses to his children then he tuck them in
the black family living in this n-z–style government

[verse 4]
donald trump don’t stand a chance and bernie might be a republican
and hillary doing this sh-t then i’m back on the mothership
politically we do exist but we do not accomplish sh-t
i’ll give it four more years ’til they discover it
imperialism in the flesh is not a f-cking compliment
i seen glory but i do not be on no common sh-t
’cause i am dark-skinned and i do not have the confidence
the tales of the ghetto still near me, though
instead of milk i’m putting water in my cereal
you hear me though, the critics say what has become of poe
but vera thomas still got a son on death row
why do we hate bill cosby but praise obama
he raping the whole planet, but we don’t say nothin’
it’s white privilege

- tef poe

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