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Y'all want that anthem music? Come and get that stand-up music That Propaganda music That raise-ya-hand-up music I told y'all "Be about it" Y'all like "I tweeted about it Don't be so mean about it I'm down to read about it You flipped a hashtag You flipped the avi right? Your fist is in the air Can't say I'm racist, right?" [?] 'Cause most don't notice the system 'Til it turn against them, ay And what it takes is all of me I'm still not who I'm meant to be I'm holding back, I just relax Indulge in insecurities Livin' a lie, livin' a lie Apathetic I'm complicit in the prejudice, it's automatic I take advantage, be unwanted to my demographic But what's a blessing when it generates a struggle of a color Letras de cancionesFor the privilege of another? In my whitewashed tomb I've become immune Oh, my God Oh, my God From my mother's womb I'm a whitewashed tomb Oh, my God Oh, my God And what it takes is all of me I'm still not who I'm meant to be I'm holding back, I just relax Indulge in insecurities Livin' a lie, livin' a lie Playin' with fire, playin' with fire Livin' a lie, playin' with fire And what it takes is all of me I'm still not who I'm meant to be When I react, I just retract Avoiding all the gravity Livin' a lie, livin' a lie Playin' with fire, playin' with fire Livin' a lie, playin' with fire Yeah, area codes etched on the layers of epidermis Over carotid arteries to guarantee its permanence Removal of it's suicide, at this point it's obvious Close your browser In young war zone, lose ya in Fallujah I hope you find shelter 'fore them goons come bruise ya And when the homies gain thrones, boy, it ain't no game, bro I shouldn't how a body goes limp when it hangs, bro But go'n close your browser The luxury of the option of participation is great, right? Man, this a great life Man, we did something right And I've struggled with hugging my daughters Knowing homies who can't no more And enjoying the time I got While living in attention of the world's imperfection Locking in the sovereign reign of the King of All Kings Trusting He'll make right all things He'll make right all things No one is safe from the gods we create They all turn on us No one escapes heaven's justice unpaid Have mercy now From Letras Mania