Stop all of the madness
Like what the f*ck has happened to any sense of compassion
We're reacting as if we've lost hope
Or maybe we've gone cold
My brother i can't cope
All of these beautiful black queen's gone from under our nose
It's tragic
But we're just worried bout stacking cash
Gang violence and action
Why's people acting like they can't be next
Till you get stopped cause your skin
You put your hands to your head
Threatened by your melanin and you take shots to the chest
But people worried bout checks
Cop a chain for the gram so they can flex
I'm distressed
From All this f*cking ignorance
Lets just come together and be vigilant
Protect our f*cking women and enlighten and teach
Our little children
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Stop all of the madness
Like what the f*ck has happened to any sense of compassion
We're reacting as if we've lost hope
Or maybe we've gone cold
My brother i can't cope
All of these beautiful black queen's gone from under our nose
It's tragic
But we're just worried bout stacking cash
Gang violence and action
Why's people acting like they can't be next
Till you get stopped cause your skin
You put your hands to your head
Threatened by your melanin and you take shots to the chest
But people worried bout checks
Cop a chain for the gram so they can flex
I'm distressed
From All this f*cking ignorance
Lets just come together and be vigilant
Protect our f*cking women and enlighten and teach
Our little children
Like what the f*ck has happened to any sense of compassion
We're reacting as if we've lost hope
Or maybe we've gone cold
My brother i can't cope
All of these beautiful black queen's gone from under our nose
It's tragic
But we're just worried bout stacking cash
Gang violence and action
Why's people acting like they can't be next
Till you get stopped cause your skin
You put your hands to your head
Threatened by your melanin and you take shots to the chest
But people worried bout checks
Cop a chain for the gram so they can flex
I'm distressed
From All this f*cking ignorance
Lets just come together and be vigilant
Protect our f*cking women and enlighten and teach
Our little children
Writer: Nickolas Moreira
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