News at Seven ft. Trip C, Gizmo de Trini, 724x & fin. Lyrics

When everything you see on the news points to blue and red

Flashing lights, tragic nights

Know that if we want to be free, then we gon' have to fight

We gon' have to fight

But how am I supposed to sleep if I don't feel alright

When I know they slaughtering people, not even reading rights

And I am not the type to say let's go and plan a riot day

Or light something on fire, mane

Cause I know how percentages work

You get one bad apple, it don't mean it always rots the rest

But I would not suggest for you to be the one to taste and test

I know how the cuffs feel, I know that these pigs still

Laughing at us, blasting at us

Walking free when bad shit happens

To protect and serve, I've never heard some falser words

We've got Congressmen in office, they don't think that this absurd

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Look at your death, it's on demand

Losing your breath, it's all to plan

Pigs pulling up in an armored van

I check the news, it's on again

The sun rise on the east side of the planet

The whole setting in the West, I don't feel I'ma understand it

My soul fragile and broken, psychologically abused

Cause seven on the dot, a nigga dead up on the news

No crime did he commit, they slander him all the same

I guess he should defend his image while in the grave

They tried stealing the government, we asking not be killed

Imagine Black Lives Matter was up on Capitol Hill

Gunshots and mamas crying, black bodies and sirens

America spelt KKK, ain't no denying

What you want from me, come for me and I brandish that iron

Or just comfort me, comfortably living the life that I am

Promised by constitutions, liberty and the freedom

They claim they making change, dimes and nickels we never see 'em

America the stage that we turned to a coliseum

Broken treaties and the bones decorating the mausoleum still

Look at your death, it's on demand

Losing your breath, it's all to plan

Pigs pulling up in an armored van

I check the news, it's on again

iPhone more powerful than a pistol these days

Report a cop on every corner, we tryna be Waze

Brutality my reality, ain't no neat phase

Target burning down, you understanding our deep rage

Walking past the precinct a horror to me

Gunned down in the street, it isn't foreign to me

I wish I had a foreign, I could drive away from this shit

They'd probably gun me down, confuse it for a taser and shit

They trigger happy and get to capping, I stay with the blick

For that reason, paranoid all seasons

January 6th is looking like all treason

It's music to the pyrite God that y'all pleasing

He's in a different dimension, I think I need an extension

My first verse wasn't hitting, and so I steered the direction

Ain't no such thing as halfway crooks

Cops are murderous gangbangers, you heard of 'em

It's like the sunlight my worst enemy

It's like my whole life been filled with envy

Why fight, know this strife is gonna end me

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It's like the sunlight my worst enemy

It's like my whole life been filled with envy

Why fight, know this strife is gonna end me

Word