Giggs, Emeli Sandé - It’s Hard lyrics

(Elevated always get it right)
Hmm, hmm hmm, hmm hmm, hmm hmm
Hmm, hmm hmm, hmm hmm, hmm hmm
I've been on my knees yeah yeah, yeah yeah
I’ve been prayin' on my knees
Prayin' for better days
Oh, ooh ooh, ooh ooh, hmm hmm

Well, tell me how long shall
They kill our prophets?
Martin said he’d been right to
The top of mountains
And why is it such a crime being brownskin?
Oh, the old shackles gone, we rising up again

I'm up again suffered now and suffered then
But fuck it, now it's us and them
Never see me following the fuckin' trends
It's Big Hollow with a couple gems (yeah)
Socially socially distant and emotionally
They know that I'm different and I'm opеnly
In the zone with a differеnce
And there's hope for me
Tales from a realionnaire
Fears that another black
Man’s gonna disappear
Didn’t care about Blacks 'cause
They killin’ bare goldilocks just broke in
Bet they kill a bear
And that's where we're at
Nah, that's where we’ve been
And still the facts
That's why we'll never wear your hat
It's weird because they're scared of black
Scared for the brothers
Scared for the mothers
Fears gettin' smothered tea's in the kitchen
Dreams in the rubbish, fears in the cupboard
Man gettin' rub out, where's all the rubbers?
Man gonna bug out 'cause
Where's all the others?
Man get the fuck out, swears, then he utters
Nobody's guilty, turns, then he blubbers
I feel it deep
Don't wanna wake up, 'cause I'm still asleep
They got me way stuck
'cause I'm in the street
I watch the chain flush
But I'm skinning teet'
You got your makeup on, you're feeling sweet
You got your lace fronts
Or you spin your weave
I watched the birds 'nuff, studying the bees
She may be lightskinned but I love my queens
Car, then I'm bouncin'
Far from announcements, far from announcin'
Calm when I'm pouncin'
It's hard bein' brownskin
Load up the petrol
Yes I do mean harm when I douse him
All my kids have got houses
A nigga came far from the housing typical
It's a difficult one, yeah, it's difficult
91 Psalm, yeah, it's biblical
How dare you disrespect me with your ridicule
They always tell me that I'm miserable
I'm just a spiritual guy in the physical
It's pitiful times and it's critical
Political guys turn invisible

Well, tell me how long shall
They kill our prophets?
Martin said he'd been right to
The top of mountains
And why is it such a crime being brownskin?
Oh, the old shackles gone, we rising up again
Well, tell me how long shall
They kill our prophets?
Martin said he'd been right to
The top of mountains
And why is it such a crime being brownskin?
Oh, the old shackles gone, we rising up again
(yeah yeah, yeah yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)