Noir Lyrics

When you, when you talk about race there's always, there's always

Certain man that wanna add their two cents, but

They never make no sense

They don't know what it is

They don't know what it was

They don't know what it's gonna be

So let me show you, what really goes on, yeah

Let me show you what's really happening

I could never comprehend the concept of race

Different backgrounds but, from the same place

Different skin tones sure, but under one creator

That's what happens when your maker turns to illustrator

Several Africans looking to travel North

Weather's getting warm and they're gonna start setting forth

On a journey that's set to alter creation

None of them anticipating starting up plantations

But that's exactly what turned out to be the case

Rounded up for slavery cah the skin's a different shade

Ugh, I need to know who even gave them right of way

To go back hunt them Africans then drag them out to bay

Remove them of their freedom, say today becomes the day

You're no longer an African to me you're now a slave

Look, I hate the people that wanna try and downplay

The relevance while evidence is right before your face

Don't be fucking ignorant, this shit is not okay

The context is irrelevant when kids begin decay

You wouldn't spew that rubbish when you see they've got no graves

Children's bodies float in the Atlantic, no debate

What

You're not comfortable? Ok, let's get a train

Skipping years of agony and punishment and pain

Moving forward, bring you to the state of modern day

Where African Americans are still locked in the chains

Yes, of society

Breonna Taylor lost her life cah she was sleeping quietly

Context connoisseurs will tell you it was from anxiety

Talk about our struggle once oh look there goes the piety

Niggas getting murdered by police unjustifiably

Say we act defiantly

No there's no denying it, notice that the guns are over-present

They're still buying it

It's history rewinding and

We as black people gotta stick to our own

Gotta slowly climb the ladder getting back to our thrones

We were once kings and queens now they record us on phones

We were once kings and queens now they record us on phones

We were once kings and queens now they record us on phones, no

Look

Now we're getting to the point, where things are getting personal

The way I'm bout to analyze this story, slightly surgical

The actions of this individual, really unacceptable

Despicable, detestable, and almost indigestible

Picture this, 14 years of age, I start to reminisce

Then take the piss, let out any rage you're feeling after this cause

No one wants to be afraid

Based upon the fact that your skin's a different shade

Three long years my mind's always been weighed

Down by the memory that's constantly on replay

So, let me take you on a trip down memory lane

Including all the details, exercising no restraint

November 28, I remember that was the day

Going home from school, I'm probably thinking bout my grades

Cause

The bus ride's long, the school was far away

ETS in traffic so there's usually delays

Now

I like to say that I'm a pretty tranquil guy

But the waiting's got me stressed and so my tension's pretty high

When we had arrived I had to blow a little sigh

Relief was short-lived though, lil bro you're bout to cry

I catch my second bus but this time, it's pretty chill

Lots of empty seats so yeah I'm feeling kinda thrilled

The ride itself is shorter so there's little time to kill

My mind begins to wander"should I make some rice" until

I notice it's my stop and so I ring the little bell

My mood is slowly changing things are going pretty well

In between my aura and the home in which I dwell

Five minutes of walking and a crossing parallel

Adjacent to the motorway that's busy you can tell

Unlikely that you cross the road avoiding any swells

Of traffic, less you're using some form of magic

I arrived at the road, pretty standard so no need to panic

No thoughts of anything occurring that could feel traumatic

So when I'm crossing, I've gotta be

Considerate cause there's cars I can't see

I am not gonna be ignorant, and I'm sure you would agree

After waiting for some seconds frightfully, eventually

I notice a window to cross and so I did that rapidly

Making cars wait it had me feeling kinda guilty

So now on the other side, this feeling that I describe

Was certainly verified my emotions were amplified

It was feelings of happiness, a bit of contentment

With a dash of delight

And so the last thing I expected was the voice of a white

Man yelling at my back and he was overcome with vigor

He said that I should die cause I'm a dirty fucking nigger

Where'd that come from? Why? I wanna know what was the trigger

Was it me taking too long to cross the road or something bigger

I laughed and then I turned around to see who it was

But there's nothing there no cars and maybe that was because

He was driving by and now, I got feelings of shock

And so that really had me pissed it's getting under my skin

Can you imagine what he's saying to the next of his kin

I know some idiots try and say don't get offended just a word

Ay Billy you don't know the consequences of a slur

It's been three years bro and I still don't feel okay

Regardless of that fact you need to hear me when I say

Us African Americans have special DNA

It's black skin it's beautiful and you can call it Noir

So I'm reminding you don't ever feel ashamed of who you are, no

Don't ever feel ashamed of who you are, no

Ever