Dre Murray, Alex Faith, Swoope - Wake Up Music lyrics
Swoope [Lawrence Allen Swoope II] Akron, Ohio, U.S. 🇺🇸
[Dre Murray, Alex Faith, Swoope - Wake Up Music lyrics]
Take a look at my face when you look at me
Do you just see my race?
In America just trying to find my place
Take a look at my, Take a look at my face
You listening America?
Are you listening America?
I woke up white in America
Trying to find my way
Back home to a place that I've never been to
Grateful to the Lord for another day
And the system is failing us
Handing out nooses on the regular
That's what I see and we don't speak enough
And even when we see it we
Don't do a thing about it
I guess it doesn't affect is til
We see a white body
Laying dead in the street because
The police shot him
And most white neighborhoods don't
Have the same problems
That the black ones face
Like every single day
And the news don't say it
Because the corporations run it
And the state run it all
Politicians are a joke
And the two party system just
Killing us all the more
But let me fall back
I can hear my white friends packing bags
And they're headed for the door
I woke up black in America
Just trying find my way
No compass for the day
Beast roaming through the jungle on the prowl
Got me feeling like the prey
Can a congregation pray
Sly fox on the tube infuse what
To think and what to say
That's the games they play
Eastwood in the hood and he
Yelling out make my day
That's why the sky so gray
Why the flag so blue on the
Other side the flag so red
My little homey from the
Eastside opened the front
Door wide and took one to the head
Nobody went fed as he laid in the
Doorway he cried out as he bled
And this what he said
Why play the hand I'm dealt when
My own kind want me dead
I'll just fold instead
I woke up shocked in America
Eric G head locked in America
Televised got shot on a cellular
But not one cop locked in a cellie bruh
It's really hard for me to put
My trust in police ugh
When they live by the gun
But they die by the beach house
Chilling with their feet up
Pensions and margaritas
What kind of lies are they selling us?
That we are post racial?
Because we post racial memes of King
But never talk about the fact that
He was shot by America
Before the movie y'all didn't even
Know where Selma was
Should I act like Huey or Little Rock Nine?
When I know instead of open
Arms to welcome us they'd rather open arms
Toolie or the Glock 9 right in my face
Do you just see my race?
In America just trying to find my place
Take a look at my, Take a look at my face
You listening America?
Are you listening America?
I woke up white in America
Trying to find my way
Back home to a place that I've never been to
Grateful to the Lord for another day
And the system is failing us
Handing out nooses on the regular
That's what I see and we don't speak enough
And even when we see it we
Don't do a thing about it
I guess it doesn't affect is til
We see a white body
Laying dead in the street because
The police shot him
And most white neighborhoods don't
Have the same problems
That the black ones face
Like every single day
And the news don't say it
Because the corporations run it
And the state run it all
Politicians are a joke
And the two party system just
Killing us all the more
But let me fall back
I can hear my white friends packing bags
And they're headed for the door
I woke up black in America
Just trying find my way
No compass for the day
Beast roaming through the jungle on the prowl
Got me feeling like the prey
Can a congregation pray
Sly fox on the tube infuse what
To think and what to say
That's the games they play
Eastwood in the hood and he
Yelling out make my day
That's why the sky so gray
Why the flag so blue on the
Other side the flag so red
My little homey from the
Eastside opened the front
Door wide and took one to the head
Nobody went fed as he laid in the
Doorway he cried out as he bled
And this what he said
Why play the hand I'm dealt when
My own kind want me dead
I'll just fold instead
I woke up shocked in America
Eric G head locked in America
Televised got shot on a cellular
But not one cop locked in a cellie bruh
It's really hard for me to put
My trust in police ugh
When they live by the gun
But they die by the beach house
Chilling with their feet up
Pensions and margaritas
What kind of lies are they selling us?
That we are post racial?
Because we post racial memes of King
But never talk about the fact that
He was shot by America
Before the movie y'all didn't even
Know where Selma was
Should I act like Huey or Little Rock Nine?
When I know instead of open
Arms to welcome us they'd rather open arms
Toolie or the Glock 9 right in my face