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Alton Sterling

from The Black Forest by XYM

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Track dedicated to Alton Sterling who was murdered by the police as he was selling his CDs.

lyrics

Verse 1

Got my music and I shot in the rain
Dya know the pain, I’m a user am I shotting in vein?
I’m Ali great, they ain’t saying my name
Fuck your title for your war, I ain’t playing your game
Stay in your lane, nah never
Hard shoulder from the bag that I brung on the plane
My feathers ache from tryna levitate
I need a breather and a bevvie break before the mountain
This is heavyweight like when the levies break, I’m drowning
You think a jet setting lifestyle getting on the next plane
Nah brother let me explain
I’ve been to European festivals with nothing but cents
Make my money shotting out of a tent (true)
They robbed my bag with my passport innit
Cancelled cards but identity lost
Fancy bars but you mentally soft
Hard scars like they sending me off
Can’t lose my head cos never giving em froff
Just tryna make a few sterling shotting my CD
Cops shot Alton Sterling, pop it could’ve been me

Hook

Hell is hot the molten burning
Fried chicken poultry earnings
Salt are yearning fault of yearning you see
For Alton Sterling with your CD, you could’ve been me
Could’ve been you, could’ve been me
All dat he do is sell his CD

Verse 2

I’m tryna be pro Black cuz, but where’s the support
Had days where only crackers have bought
I need you brah, I need your support
Don’t need a faster car, I passed the bar, they take me to court
Not guilty bitch or filthy rich, this music I would kill for it
They pilfering and filtering, it don’t effect my will to win
You grab a man and stab a man, but never wanna build with him
I wanna chill with yas, build bridges
No funds for the villas kid, drums where the killers live
From the crumbs of the pillages, slums into villages
It’s lonely on the road n it’s cold too
The weather man said it’s warm, front
Lie that he told you, fly where the cold flu
I’m ill man, you sold one, well I woulda sold two
Souls on this road over and over again
Forced to beg, we supposed to men
I attack all chose to defend
Morals lonely, ain’t even close to my friends
Requests that I send, these posts that you share
Of toasts in the air, real music has emotion in there

Verse 3

These Black Lives Matter shouldn’t matter now
Say that to Alton Sterling’s daughter if you sat her down
Say that to Michael Brown’s mum when she cry for her son
Gimme the Loot ready to shoot, Ready to Die for your gun
Dicipher my tongue, it’s not fun when the lifers are hung
Black Magic always feared that we real
That’s tragic that we crashing and you steering the wheel
Pigs silent with the violence ain’t even hearing em squeal
Call us punks when we dunk, chumps cheering the steal
I’m on the road, hold tight, but no blow in my hands
But no gloves, no love, Snow’s White I’m just blowing my hands
Doc I’m Happy then I’m Grumpy, feeling Sneezy, it ain’t easy
Kinda Sleepy like my cash lull
Never Basful say he Dope he gonna Dwarf the competition
Think you beat you don’t see me morph to the opposition
Porsche never got me wishing, course the road an expedition
Griots coursing through my veins, course I showed em that tradition
Forces never ever listen, never getting my submission

credits

from The Black Forest, released September 16, 2016
Produced by Dumme. Cuts by Supreme.Frost

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