Damez, Quin Price - Nightmares lyrics

I'll tell you what freedom is to me, no fear
I mean really, no fear

Nightmares nightmares like a motherfucker
Why, Lord?

I seen it with my own eyes (own eyes)
While his mama cried, that was her only son
And she called to God (she called to God)
Why'd you take him from me?
Why'd you take him from me? I ain't surprised
Another black man killed by a black
Man with another gun but
I guess sums up every homicide
Every drive-by, every bullet fired
Everybody dies i don't know if you'll
Realize when you symbolize
Whether you GD or blood or cuz
(what's crackin', cuh?)
But because, they don't give a fuck 'bout me
They don't give a fuck 'bout you
They don't give a fuck 'bout love
They don't give a fuck 'bout we
They don't give a fuck 'bout us
They don't give a fuck 'bout
None of that shit just to run in yo shit and
They'll rewind and do it again
Because niggas don't have no conscious and
I promise tomorrow ain't promised and
You don't really want no problems when
He riding downtown with his patnas and
A chopper on the backseat, got damn
Make me think why all they mind boxed in
Make me wanna think 'bout Martin
And mark my words like Mountain
Luther King had a dream i'll move mountains
And I pray to God that my people
Don't try to take my life
But if you want all my shine I
Promise I'll give you the light
I'll give you the light

Tell me why it hurts so bad
I'm trying to save myself from me
Tomorrow it could be my last
It's keeping me up in my sleep
Tell me why it hurts so bad (so bad)
I'm trying to save myself from me (from me)
Tomorrow it could be my last (my last)
It's keeping me up in my sleep

I heard it with my own ears
Your brother got shot and
My whole world stopped it was the only fear
That my mama had when she was so glad
Just to send her son off to college
A black man trying to seek knowledge
A black man trying to make a profit
A black man trying to be something other than
Just another nigga standing on the block
Hustling with his homies and they
Working 'round the clock
Pantry getting empty and the trap getting hot
Hit you for yo last just so they can restock
Murk you with the Glock, murder for a rock
Look you in yo eyes right before he cock
Back the 17, all this for a cop
Niggas go to school and they still get shot
Fuck it (I guess you're a product
Of your environment)
(I guess shit round here violent)
I guess when you hear that chopper singing
Yo mama screaming, play the violin
But they just want us to be silent
Being black is just too vibrant
(Black on black crime put us back nine)
(Years of full of sweat and blood and tears)
(So can you please just remind me?)

Tell me why it hurts so bad
I'm trying to save myself from me
Tomorrow it could be my last
It's keeping me up in my sleep
Tell me why it hurts so bad (so bad)
I'm trying to save myself from me (from me)
Tomorrow it could be my last (my last)
It's keeping me up in my sleep
Tell me why it hurts so bad
I'm trying to save myself from me
Tomorrow it could be my last
It's keeping me up in my sleep
Tell me why it hurts so bad (so bad)
I'm trying to save myself from me (from me)
Tomorrow it could be my last (my last)
It's keeping me up in my sleep

Rest in peace to Ryan and all
The other fallen soldiers out there
We love you and we miss you fly high, Nick