Look we take high stakes
Hikes up the mountain of success
And Cross lakes
It's rare for make a nigga to make it out
Of this place rare like a steak
I'm Rare in traffic to the jakes
Quick to pull me over for simplest mistake
Even though I'm nervous I don't flinch
Cuz he'll never hesitate
Quick to empty the clips if I don't cooperate
They'll kill every black man
If they keep it at this rate
Wait wait wait wait... Gun shots
Damn am I live still
I see my stomach bleeding
But I don't feel...no pain
Last I thing that could register
Me driving in the lane
Damn I can't believe
I'm never gonna see me my momma again
Cuz the law was trigger happy
I heard 90 percent
Communication non verbal
So I know you understand me
My hands was on the wheels
I never had it on me
You don't value the fact
That a nigga got family
And a future ahead
I was doing 9-5 just to get me some bread
Is when I met a gun
They won't even let me get my hand on the
That's why they keep us in traps
And throw us in slums
A black man in America
I'm just a black man in America...
Oh La La la
Keep your hands in the air if you're seeing law
Oh La La la
Keep your hands in the air if you're tryna survive
Oh La La la
Inside of the barrel is the scariest sights
Oh La La la
I know they got a strategy
Keep us mentally slaves
Systematic ideology
That's why a doctor overseas
A man with degrees
In America drives a taxi
Let it sink in
I wish the slave ships would've sunken
That way we wouldn't be in this position
I know its f*cked up
How we end up slaves from kings
Is bad luck?
Or is it karma
Cuz even at wars we wore love as our armour
In seven hundred elven Ad
The moors were in charge of
The Iberian peninsula modern day Georgia
From the kingdom of Mali king Mensa Musa
Richest man to exist and he never had jeweller
This the black excellence I'm tryna introduce to ya
But they only highlight our Achilles heels
They want us killing each other instead siding together
Cuz that's what really heels
The soul and the mind
Lets put our egos aside
Let our powers collide
Stand together inline
Black man will run America
Oh La La la
Keep your hands in the air if you're seeing law
Oh La La la
Keep your hands in the air if you're tryna survive
Oh La La la
Inside of the barrel is the scariest sights
Oh La La la
Mouraine - Open Letter to America Lyrics
Mouraine - Open Letter to America Lyrics
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Look we take high stakes
Hikes up the mountain of success
And Cross lakes
It's rare for make a nigga to make it out
Of this place rare like a steak
I'm Rare in traffic to the jakes
Quick to pull me over for simplest mistake
Even though I'm nervous I don't flinch
Cuz he'll never hesitate
Quick to empty the clips if I don't cooperate
They'll kill every black man
If they keep it at this rate
Wait wait wait wait... Gun shots
Damn am I live still
I see my stomach bleeding
But I don't feel...no pain
Last I thing that could register
Me driving in the lane
Damn I can't believe
I'm never gonna see me my momma again
Cuz the law was trigger happy
I heard 90 percent
Communication non verbal
So I know you understand me
My hands was on the wheels
I never had it on me
You don't value the fact
That a nigga got family
And a future ahead
I was doing 9-5 just to get me some bread
Is when I met a gun
They won't even let me get my hand on the
That's why they keep us in traps
And throw us in slums
A black man in America
I'm just a black man in America...
Oh La La la
Keep your hands in the air if you're seeing law
Oh La La la
Keep your hands in the air if you're tryna survive
Oh La La la
Inside of the barrel is the scariest sights
Oh La La la
I know they got a strategy
Keep us mentally slaves
Systematic ideology
That's why a doctor overseas
A man with degrees
In America drives a taxi
Let it sink in
I wish the slave ships would've sunken
That way we wouldn't be in this position
I know its f*cked up
How we end up slaves from kings
Is bad luck?
Or is it karma
Cuz even at wars we wore love as our armour
In seven hundred elven Ad
The moors were in charge of
The Iberian peninsula modern day Georgia
From the kingdom of Mali king Mensa Musa
Richest man to exist and he never had jeweller
This the black excellence I'm tryna introduce to ya
But they only highlight our Achilles heels
They want us killing each other instead siding together
Cuz that's what really heels
The soul and the mind
Lets put our egos aside
Let our powers collide
Stand together inline
Black man will run America
Oh La La la
Keep your hands in the air if you're seeing law
Oh La La la
Keep your hands in the air if you're tryna survive
Oh La La la
Inside of the barrel is the scariest sights
Oh La La la
Hikes up the mountain of success
And Cross lakes
It's rare for make a nigga to make it out
Of this place rare like a steak
I'm Rare in traffic to the jakes
Quick to pull me over for simplest mistake
Even though I'm nervous I don't flinch
Cuz he'll never hesitate
Quick to empty the clips if I don't cooperate
They'll kill every black man
If they keep it at this rate
Wait wait wait wait... Gun shots
Damn am I live still
I see my stomach bleeding
But I don't feel...no pain
Last I thing that could register
Me driving in the lane
Damn I can't believe
I'm never gonna see me my momma again
Cuz the law was trigger happy
I heard 90 percent
Communication non verbal
So I know you understand me
My hands was on the wheels
I never had it on me
You don't value the fact
That a nigga got family
And a future ahead
I was doing 9-5 just to get me some bread
Is when I met a gun
They won't even let me get my hand on the
That's why they keep us in traps
And throw us in slums
A black man in America
I'm just a black man in America...
Oh La La la
Keep your hands in the air if you're seeing law
Oh La La la
Keep your hands in the air if you're tryna survive
Oh La La la
Inside of the barrel is the scariest sights
Oh La La la
I know they got a strategy
Keep us mentally slaves
Systematic ideology
That's why a doctor overseas
A man with degrees
In America drives a taxi
Let it sink in
I wish the slave ships would've sunken
That way we wouldn't be in this position
I know its f*cked up
How we end up slaves from kings
Is bad luck?
Or is it karma
Cuz even at wars we wore love as our armour
In seven hundred elven Ad
The moors were in charge of
The Iberian peninsula modern day Georgia
From the kingdom of Mali king Mensa Musa
Richest man to exist and he never had jeweller
This the black excellence I'm tryna introduce to ya
But they only highlight our Achilles heels
They want us killing each other instead siding together
Cuz that's what really heels
The soul and the mind
Lets put our egos aside
Let our powers collide
Stand together inline
Black man will run America
Oh La La la
Keep your hands in the air if you're seeing law
Oh La La la
Keep your hands in the air if you're tryna survive
Oh La La la
Inside of the barrel is the scariest sights
Oh La La la
Writer: Elmutasim Fadl El Mola
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid