The Notebook - DYSTOPIA. Lyrics

Straight to it

Look how they treat us; the governments and crooked policemen
I saw the clip and wished I wouldn't of seen it: head pushed to the cement
This broken turntable's good for repeating
They think they own the air we inhale. It gets took if we breathe it
I'm scared we're in Hell. Won't cushion my thesis
Science says that everything is matter, but whenever we get battered
It's as if we don't exist. I'm shook 'cause my features
Forever seem not flattering. The blacker the berry, the quicker
We're booked or deleted. All Lives are important
But when some get shoved to the floor before others
Give me a good enough reason
To believe that we're really looked at as equals
Cause all I see is pinewood for my people. Listen
It's beyond political, not so minimal. Cops are fillin' their glocks
To lick a few shots, often for the profit / revenue
Why the ridicule? Check Fox. It's no conspiracy
They see I'm black and say they're fearin' me, but it's so clear to see
They itch for blood and wish for us to disappear with ease
I guess that's Black Magic, huh? Well, that's enough
George Floyd was the icing on the cake. The celebrations cease
You'll pay the price until you're broke. Until then, may he lay in peace

I can't take it
No, we can't take it

I'm surrounded by the same old faces
Full of hatred, full of hatred
Always going through these cycles and mazes
Tell me what's our destination
Dystopia
Dystopia
Dystopia
Dystopia

How do I feel safe in my own skin when these pieces of shit
Always discriminate without knowin' my personality-traits
When I show 'em, stereotypes activate in their brain
They can't focus or face me like grown men
Decades of atrocious behavior. I'm so sick
Every day, I wanna' wake and spray up these known pigs
I walk around with a knife, prayin' I don't get
Confronted for how I look, or berated and scolded
And I'll be damned if I'm gunned down, stamped, or choked
For a worthless bitch like Candace Owens to defend it, man. I won't
F*ck you and everyone that you stand with, hoe
Another house-negro protecting connections
They watch you dance for show

I can't take it
No, we can't take it

We gon' get some changes
And go to war 'til we make it

I'm surrounded by the same old faces
Full of hatred, full of hatred
Always going through these cycles and mazes
Tell me what's our destination
Dystopia
Dystopia
Dystopia
Dystopia