Akua Naru — The Block
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The Block Akua Naru04:20
Текст песни: The Block
The Block Lyrics[Verse 1: Akua Naru] Another block caught, crooked cops, gunshots 'Nother body dropped, Grandma waitin' at the bus stop County jail letter in the mailbox, house shoes, the sweat socks [?] braided heads on the porch to get that extra guap Eviction, facin' rock bottom, pray she bounce back on top American dream a nightmare, please make it stop Neighbors watch, inhale, modern day dress, God slingin' rocks Black boy, white tank top, baggy jeans, dreadlocks Dreaming of that drop top non-stop Chinese spot And let me get a [?] navigate liquor stores Projects lords in vacant lots, we be the have-nots When we have, we become what we got Another car ride by, system knocks that new shit Pedestrians jot, hip hop corner stay a track in the flop The pain immaculate, watch single mothers hustle To punch the time clock, crime a cash crop Somebody runnin', the dime drops Ice grills mask a kind heart As time talks, fathers are holograms Sons waitin' for the day to snuff Uncle Sam Why not? No sympathy for that man He get what he deserve, damn I say he get what he deserve Yeah, he get what he deserve [Chorus] [?] So you keep tellin' me [?] (Hey) I heard my brother says [?] You keep tellin' me [?] Uh huh [Verse 2: Akua Naru] Another woman raped, choked, battered, body found in the attic Contents of her purse scattered, leftover re-shattered Clothes tattered, lipstick smeared, broken glass No news reports on the matter, oh, nobody gathered Nothing change, ask around ‘bout her name Some said Tamika, some claim Loraine, the tag on the foot said Jane I wonder who she was, did she give and receive love? Did she fight back, or just gave up? She laid dead, legs cold, hair gold Framed in the child’s pose Bruised nose, semen-stained pantyhose Sade on the radio, [?] singin' through the window I wonder if pain has a tempo, I bet it's slow Streets survive, never live, then we die Dreams deferred, glass ceiling high Born on the wrong side, is there a right side? Classifies our labour, sold for nickel and dime And who decides our lives by signin' on the dotted line? Next week, they gentrify, push us outside the city lines Sirens frame the evening Profiled for being non-white and breathin', walkin' the streets Bored cops, they fiendin', probable reason No donut shops [?] and roll up On a couple cats, Spanish speakin' Mexicans, what they screamin'? Puerto Ricans They thinkin' they're all the same, fuck 'em Blow out their brains, killin' season, it's war hour Wish they could take us all out, let the dogs out Niggas should be hangin' from trees, auctioned off now Load 'em up, blast until they all down Fire shots at full force now, we'll never see the court house [Chorus] [?] So you keep tellin' me [?] (Hey) I heard my brother says [?] You keep tellin' me [?] Uh huh
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