Tonart: D minor
Verse 1
Am
We are from a place where they
first started people.
And ever, and ever, and ever, and ever,
and ever, and ever, and ever, ever.
Never.
Never.
Never.
C
Every day of my life is a struggle.
Am
Out in the free world trying
Am
And can't nobody tell me nothing, dawg.
C
Am
It's time for the black smoke
C
to cover the white fog.
Am
When this occurs, result is pollution
C
Am
Waitin' for a solution,
C
now time is the execution
Mississippi where
C
I would grow him and form him
Am
To an educated black man
Am
The white man's system
and his political plans
C
Am
Against the brother man, so yo,
C
we gots to stay focused
Am
Cause trackers, album jokers,
C
brokers ain't gon' never know
Am
Cause you're blind to the fact,
C
stereotype and brainwashed
Am
But you're no better than nobody else
C
Am
You gotta pay the same cost to gaze
up at the stars at night
C
Prayin' and wishin' I'd pre
Am
pare for my self -crucifixion
C
Dm
Am
Dm
Cause I ain't givin' up
Am
C
Am
Dm
Am
I ain't givin' up
C
Now
Am
Dm
I ain't givin'
C
Am
up your fist or draw your gun
C
Which one will it be then?
I'm a coverin' the story of
Mickey
C
Leland
C
for helpin' the black race
D
C
generous man was written on his face
Am
Just like all the rest,
Am
Nevertheless possessed
C
devils and plants a mess
Am
The plot was to shoot down the plane
Yo dope, you know who did it?
C
Yeah, but I ain't sayin' names
Am
Mickey wanted to stop starvation,
so he flew
To make sure they got him, they killed
Am
You might as well have placed a
C
Black leaders are fallin' like hailstones
Am
Black men you love to assassinate
C
Am
I got my gauge and I can't wait
C
To blast your head into 8 dif
C
Time to elevate the tension
Am
I know you want the terrorist
C
heads for your lynchings
Am
C
But we too quick with serial killers on guard
South
Park,
Hard
Park, and
Fifth
C
Ward
Am
HB, you got my back,
you know what you're doing
Mickey
C
Leland, 16, but we still look up to him
Dm
Am
C
Dm
I ain't givin' up, never
Am
C
Dm
Am
Dm
Am
I ain't givin' up, never
C
Am
The majority of my true
Am
Other half are jobless
Cause they refuse to
Am
And I don't blame them one bit
C
Am
You know it's an
African culture
C
Am
You son of a bitch, the terrorist
C
Bringin' order to chaos,
C
When no lunch breaks, the day's off
Am
That's the way it's gonna
Am
Cause freedom is always somethin'
that you're hearin' about
C
Am
Freedom, they miss me,
Am
How can you miss freedom
C
when freedom never rings?
Am
You see, I was born in the 60's
And ain't a damn thing changin',
C
it's the motherfuckin' 90's
Am
30 long years passed by quickly, see
Now society got the blacks top
C
Am
Keep slayin' tough? I'm doin' both,
but I'm tryin' to get out
Dm
Am
Dm
Am
C
damn fool
Am
C
D
Am
C
Dm
Am
Check it out, let us confess
No longer is our world ruled
by a balance of power
C
Am
It is shot into policies of
The government
C
Am
Owned and operated by
who?
The government
C
Am
Let me tell you brothers something, man
C
Am
Y 'all have to get up off of y 'all ass and hustle,
dawg
C
Am
You see, the system is set up to destroy
C
the potentially productive black man
Am
D
Am
That's why you gotta work 25 -8 when
D
no lunch breaks or day's off
Am
C
Let's increase the peace, brothers
Am
And the terrorists out of there
cause we on our job
Am
C
And we ain't givin' up.
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