5th Child - Black Hoodie (feat. James Crow & Coke Bumaye) Lyrics

I think I'm Tray Martin, Troy Davis
O. Grant, except ya boy made it
By God's graces, I have managed to avoid racists
Cause they intentions cause God to deploy angels
I committed the crime of being black and 25
And they sentenced me to death
Thank God that I'm alive
As I'm sitting in this cell thinking of words that I can rhyme
Hoping the bars will set me free
Now that's ironic, ain't it
And I'm surprised they let Obama make it
That should suffice for all the suffering right
Why y'all complaining
They gave you jobs and the McRib
Forget the 40 acres
Long as the basketball wives providing entertainment
It breaks my heart to see the quality of education children be denied
Getting money for a service they supposedly provide
But the funds never reach the young, they only stay inside
The administrative office of this crooked enterprise
And they doomed to learn a real lesson
A bag of Skittles to a pistol
What's the real weapon
Killers claim to be civilians when they feeling threatened
Vigilantes split your melon in a millisecond
What you expected

This is black hoodie rap
No fear in my eyes, what they looking at
What they looking at
Black hoodie rap
Me not think such a thing is worth a man's life
This is black hoodie rap
No fear in my eyes, what they looking at
What they looking at
Black hoodie rap
Me not think such a thing is worth a man's life

I'm from a state where the wealth never trickle down
When just a drop would quench the land
There's still dust on the ground
I call it bondage, they call it economics
White collar preach prosper but they still false profit
Politicians posture poach pockets of the paupers
Progress held hostage by the faces on the dollars
Cops trained to pop us to protect the property
Caught up in they lies yet we hold to they promise
I'm in my lane trying to maintain control
The rallies getting old while the marches wear my soul
Revolution not on television or the smart phone
So they add gray to wrongs and invade the songs
We dance and sing along until it all ring home
17 and hoodied or Aiyana Jones
What good is a man if he can't keep his own
Claiming to have faith and yet he still drop the stone

This is black hoodie rap
No fear in my eyes, what they looking at
What they looking at
Black hoodie rap
Me not think such a thing is worth a man's life
This is black hoodie rap
No fear in my eyes, what they looking at
What they looking at
Black hoodie rap
Me not think such a thing is worth a man's life

So what good is a protest if there's no progress
Sick and tired for years yet we still ain't got no rest
Eyes open cause we focused on the salary
They marched for burnt crosses no we march to burn calories
Bad batteries, watch them put a charge on us
Easy like Sunday but the Mondays is hard on us
The Lord on us, feel him watching over me
God fearing Christian but still ain't no hoe in me
Reporting live from the slums
Black hoodie on with a gun in my palm
The truth in my lungs, tell me who's with me
They feel the truth more than the gun come get me
They tell me that life doesn't feel fair
You can take a stand even if you're in a wheelchair
Keep pushing, speak up, no shushing
Your eyes on the prize, keep looking

This is black hoodie rap
No fear in my eyes, what they looking at
What they looking at
Black hoodie rap
Me not think such a thing is worth a man's life
This is black hoodie rap
No fear in my eyes, what they looking at
What they looking at
Black hoodie rap
Me not think such a thing is worth a man's life