Byron Henderson - EPILOGUE. lyrics

Yeah, yeah mm
Whoa

Another couple of mass shootings by someone
That doesn't look like me
Yet the cops ain't firing shots
So they feel quite free to commit
Free to commit a few more
Some of you probably wonder why the
Cops will never do more
Till you look in the mirror
And see the true lore
The story goes as follows
The fairer the skin, the better the judgement
They could be clutching whatever
But us, for dinner, we're having hollows
Trust a system loving us less
Than some our parents do (nah)
Everlasting lust for monetary gain is bound
To sever and damage you
Cause trauma loves an audience
And misery loves company both are numbing me
Paranoia got me running
From whatever's coming
So honestly, I don't need cops hunting me
Y'all took another mother's son when
You killed Matthew Watts
Momma had to try and suck it up
But what happens to her when the vacuum stops
All this revolution talk from the sidelines
When the case is tossed out
I was heated like the city weather
Cause he from hopscotch to being chalked out
And we don't really own a thing, so
Y'all claim you're gangsta
But I don't see
You funding one of these banks, Though
I done lost time over racism
Spent more than a decade missing
Traumatized over lies told, no
Prior knowledge was engraved
I became a grave digger
Payed with my own soul
Just to try and pave a way out
Lost Rina to some pain too deep to ever
Try and drink or smoke away now
You can stay down or you rise
Up for your loved ones
Let your eyes shut one last
Time, let it all go, And you trust none
What's Aaliyah without you?
What's Kelsey without you?
Your past life was a train wreck
Went from suffocated by your own thoughts
Knowing you were born Black
But it's life that made you so dark, ha

To nobody nowhere, ayy
You're rid of the pain
You're rid of the anger
Boy, you ain't no one's slave
If sirens flash, that's imminent danger
You'll be in no one's cage
Could never be a veteran, no
Like F that flag and F that anthem
Peace is better than hope
And so they wear body cams for the higher ups
To get off to when they off you truth is
Till Zimmerman is seeing perma-Z's and
They leave Dylan roofless
Ain't no progress being made
Far as I'm concerned
They just put us on a new ship
Devil in his new drip, ha

I remember each neighbor, each trial
Each judge history will teach or make us
Each lie, each grudge, preacher, promise
Each flood far as Kelsey and Aaliyah
Much as y'all have seen
Should know I don't need any of
These things to do anything whoa
Byron