Novel, AFRO - Young Monsters lyrics
[Novel, AFRO - Young Monsters lyrics]
Dear Mama, please pray for my soul
I've seen a lot of young
Black bodies on these roads
I've seen a lot of cops push shots and reload
Now another nigga trying to
Survive the police code
Now, I'm in -beast mode
My lady thinks it's paranoia
I'm sorta Clairvoyant
Researching like, every lawyer
This is for my daughter
Nieces, nephews, and martyrs
I ain't standing for no flag
So mother-fuck a badge
We say black lives matter they
Say every life does
But on police scanners they only describe us
This shit about to blow likе napalm does
My son is almost the age that Trеvon was
Motherfucker
Were Fro known as speak, be a masterpiece
These cold streets
With those dope fiends and ashy knees
The death, the drugs, the sex, the cars
And the money
Instead of the above: it's death, it's hard
And it's ugly the bed, from guns
The feds that start when your bloody
Red rum is what you feel in
The heart of a youngin'
I'm a book smart kid and not a gun cocker
They tryin to put me in a
Lineup like a young monster
But don't know, I do my own thing
I'm a scholar
These police, roll so deep
They evil grinnin'
I don't sleep cause I know they
Don't want to see me winnin'
They slow creep to my residence
Where I lay my head in
They say that I'm a suspect
That there a bare of resemblance
That fit the description that the
Victim was tellin' em
That every givin' time
I'm down to break the shackles
I'm feelin like it's vengeance and I'm
About to shake the gravel
I've seen a lot of young
Black bodies on these roads
I've seen a lot of cops push shots and reload
Now another nigga trying to
Survive the police code
Now, I'm in -beast mode
My lady thinks it's paranoia
I'm sorta Clairvoyant
Researching like, every lawyer
This is for my daughter
Nieces, nephews, and martyrs
I ain't standing for no flag
So mother-fuck a badge
We say black lives matter they
Say every life does
But on police scanners they only describe us
This shit about to blow likе napalm does
My son is almost the age that Trеvon was
Motherfucker
Were Fro known as speak, be a masterpiece
These cold streets
With those dope fiends and ashy knees
The death, the drugs, the sex, the cars
And the money
Instead of the above: it's death, it's hard
And it's ugly the bed, from guns
The feds that start when your bloody
Red rum is what you feel in
The heart of a youngin'
I'm a book smart kid and not a gun cocker
They tryin to put me in a
Lineup like a young monster
But don't know, I do my own thing
I'm a scholar
These police, roll so deep
They evil grinnin'
I don't sleep cause I know they
Don't want to see me winnin'
They slow creep to my residence
Where I lay my head in
They say that I'm a suspect
That there a bare of resemblance
That fit the description that the
Victim was tellin' em
That every givin' time
I'm down to break the shackles
I'm feelin like it's vengeance and I'm
About to shake the gravel