Rosa Parks (Freedom) Lyrics

Freedom, freedom

We're really being deleted as a people right now,

Genocide, Gentrified

Freedom

All my free people, put your hands up

My people had enough time to stand up

All my free people, put your hands up

My ummi had enough time to stand up

Voice to the south like I'm Anna Cooper

Mouth like Rosa, but I'm on a solar

Straight out the slave ship, selling clothes on the pavement

Months feel like days,

somebody tell me where the days went

Kids come home, never asking how they day went

Martin Luther King, how I'm dreaming

H. Rap Brown, how I'm thinking

Nelson Mandela, how I'm speaking

I'm gonna tell the truth like I'm Rosa Parks

I'm from Philly

Everyday feel like it's dark

Jumping in my sleep, hearing bullets sparks

Blood splatter, can't even play at the park

Blood on the pavement

Blood on the school yard

Blood in the basement

Blood on the school bus

Blood on the playground

While I had my head down

Movin like Sojourner Truth I gotta use my head now,

Mmmmm,

mmhhh mmh

Hijabi, we the fliest

Me & all my sisters

garbed up on the island,

The brothers, we behind em'

Want my son to be the next president, like Obama

& he only Fear Allah

He ain't scared of ya honor,

Go ahead & Google Rosa Parks, only did a couple hours

& Still went viral, understand the concept

I'm giving you the dawah

Giving you the game

I'mma give it to you proper

Give it to you proper (givem dawah)

Give it to your daughter, give it to your papa

Sick and tired of Philly, sick of sirens and nonsense

Funerals, Janazahs,

Moms keep crying, cause her son got killed down the street

In a plaza,

Coretta Scott how I carried it

Martin Luther King had a dream, can't cancel it

want my son to be the next president, like Obama

& he only FEAR ALLAH

He ain't scared of ya honor,

Go ahead & Google Rosa Parks, only did a couple hours

& Still went viral, understand the concept

I'm giving you the dawah,

Giving you the game

I'mma give it to you proper

Giving you the game

I'mma give it to you proper

Give it to you proper (givem dawah)

Give it to your daughter, give it to your papa

Sick and tired of Philly, sick of sirens and nonsense

Funerals, Janazahs,

Moms keep crying, cause her son got killed down the street

in the plaza,

Coretta Scott how I carried it,

Martin Luther King had a dream, can't cancel it

Millionaire like Oprah Winfrey, how I carry it,

Free the slaves like Harriet

next up like Kamala, some people handle it

Imma tell the truth like I'm Rosa Parks

I'm from Philly, everyday feel like it's dark

Jumping in my sleep, hearing bullet sparks

Blood splatter, can't even play at the parks

Blood on the pavement, blood in the schoolyard

Blood in the basement, blood on the school bus

Blood on the playground, while I had my head down

Moving like Sojourner Truth, I gotta use my head now, mmmmm

Mhmm mhm

All my free people, put your hands up

All my free people, put your hands up

All my free people, put your hands up

All my free people, put your hands up

All my free people, keep your hands up

Yeah

It's the Hijabi wit da Bagg