VIC MENSA FEAT. MALIK YUSEF & WADDELL - NO MORE TEARDROPS
No more teardrops, no more No teardrops (Hold on!), no more teardrops No more teardrops, no teardrops No more teardrops, no more No more teardrops, no teardrops
cars on fire in the streets Tear gas and the on a leash The scene seem somethin' in the sixties They takin' knees like Monica They women like Bobby did Whitney That's why the blue we salute is to Nipsey Juneteenth barbecue at the Hanging by the pigtails, burned down fruits still swingin' from the trees White folks protesting 'cause they can't Try to life, that's a real quarantine They just take the mask off when can't breathe But we got officers in our esophagus Face blue 'cause he out of oxygen Got his blew by one of his accomplices Add you to the list of his He came in the night, now we're mourning Black fist up to warrants But the fascism ain't the army warrin' Look at the way the took and tore him at the blood, the streets filled with teardrops I ain't slavin' for 'em, I ain't 'bout to share Pissed off, my lock in gridlock I'm with this shits, nigga, 'til the bullshit
No teardrops, no more teardrops No more teardrops, no tears No teardrops, no more teardrops No teardrops, no more tears
I'm tired of only seein' at the funeral Tired of learnin' my homie's at the eulogy I'm of wearin' suits, man, this ain't suitable I'm tired of runnin', but the cops shooting me Niggas dyin' and we still jewelry Nigga, ain't the time for the tomfoolery A sign of the times, shit what it used to be I a hoodie on, look at what they do to me .223 cocked, I don't need a This Wall Street, we got a bailout They try to tell us to believe in the But even when Barack is president, niggas had to rocks One out of fifteen niggas in the cell The other fourteen, nobody care about I'm in the courtroom my hair out 'Cause I get year for each one of my dreadlocks At times, you gotta back to get your life back But if you fight back, you might get life jacked And just to fight back, you gotta the right stack 'Cause Johnny Cochran gonna hit you the price tag Malcolm X, Newton, they don't like that Hell, nah, they don't like that nigga try to hit me with a nightstick I'm going for my clip, I goin' out like that
No more teardrops, no more No more teardrops, no more No more teardrops, no more No more teardrops, no more
Can you that pain? (Shake 'em, shake 'em, shake 'em off) Can you that pain? (Shake 'em, shake 'em, shake 'em off) Can you feel that pain? (Shake 'em, 'em, shake 'em off) Say, time for a change! (Yeah, yeah, yeah) Can you feel that pain? (Shake 'em, shake 'em, 'em off) Can you feel that pain? (Shake 'em, shake 'em, 'em off) Can you feel that pain? (Shake 'em, shake 'em, 'em off) Say, It's for a change! I I'm at war All I ever wanted to do was live without (All he wanted, wanted) Now I'm all up (All tied 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 assert my memory, rockin' my (I hear) observed I had a cottonmouth, when I spoke (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 my dome on a swivel for in this, uncivil war They want me to shut up and more Black soil, got rich from the Struggle, marriage, still in combat Looking for armed men and I'm next Turing into a hot plate to feed my youngins Indeed dug it (dug it, dug it)