VIC MENSA FEAT. MALIK & WYATT WADDELL - NO MORE TEARDROPS
No more teardrops, no more No more teardrops (Hold on!), no more No more teardrops, no more No more teardrops, no teardrops No more teardrops, no teardrops
Police cars on fire in the Tear gas and the dogs on a The seem like somethin' in the sixties They takin' knees like Monica They beating women like Bobby did That's why the only blue we salute is to Juneteenth at the precinct Hanging by the pigtails, burned down Strange fruits still swingin' from the White folks protesting 'cause they can't Try twenty-five to life, a real quarantine They just take the mask off when they breathe But we got officers in our esophagus blue 'cause he running out of oxygen Got his blew by one of his accomplices Add you to the of his accomplishments He forward in the night, now we're mourning fist up to no-knock warrants But the fascism ain't the only army Look at the way the took and tore him Look at the blood, the streets with teardrops I ain't for 'em, I ain't 'bout to share crop off, my wrist lock in gridlock I'm with shits, nigga, 'til the bullshit stop
No more teardrops, no more No more teardrops, no tears No more teardrops, no teardrops No more teardrops, no more
I'm tired of seein' niggas at the funeral Tired of learnin' my name at the eulogy I'm tired of wearin' suits, man, ain't suitable I'm of runnin', but the cops keep shooting me Niggas dyin' and we buyin' jewelry Nigga, this the time for the tomfoolery A sign of the times, ain't what it used to be I throw a hoodie on, look at what do to me .223 cocked, I don't need a This Wall Street, we got a bailout try to tell us to believe in the government But even Barack is president, niggas had to sell rocks One out of niggas in the cell block The other fourteen, don't nobody about I'm in the courtroom pullin' my out 'Cause I get another year for one of my dreadlocks At times, you gotta fight to get your life back But if you fight back, you might get your jacked And just to fight back, you have the right stack 'Cause Cochran gonna hit you with the price tag Malcolm X, Huey Newton, don't like that Hell, hell nah, they don't like First nigga try to hit me a nightstick I'm for my clip, I ain't goin' out like that
No more teardrops, no more No more teardrops, no tears No more teardrops, no teardrops No more teardrops, no tears
Can you feel that (Shake 'em, shake 'em, shake 'em off) Can you feel pain? (Shake 'em, shake 'em, shake 'em off) Can you feel pain? (Shake 'em, shake 'em, shake 'em off) Say, It's for a change! (Yeah, yeah, yeah) Can you feel pain? (Shake 'em, shake 'em, shake 'em off) Can you feel pain? (Shake 'em, shake 'em, shake 'em off) Can you feel that pain? (Shake 'em, 'em, shake 'em off) Say, time for a change! I I'm at war All I ever to do was live without fear (All he wanted, wanted) Now I'm all tied up (All up) nowhere to go (Nowhere to go, oh)
Spiritual negro, of the cult My heart and the Ghost (I hear) Of the long-forgotten (I hear) First I my memory, rockin' my moccasins (I hear) They observed I had a cottonmouth, when I (I hear) I spit fire that was up in my bones, then I smoke (I hear) Listen though, our into kinfolk That's what I kept my on a swivel for in this, uncivil war They me to shut up and dribble more Black soil, got rich from the Struggle, marriage, still in combat Looking for real armed men and I'm Turing Birmingham into a hot plate to feed my they dug it (dug it, dug it)