VIC MENSA FEAT. MALIK YUSEF & WADDELL - NO MORE TEARDROPS
No teardrops, no more teardrops No teardrops (Hold on!), no more teardrops No more teardrops, no teardrops No more teardrops, no teardrops No teardrops, no more teardrops
Police on fire in the streets Tear gas and the dogs on a The seem like somethin' in the sixties takin' knees like Monica Lewinsky They beating like Bobby did Whitney That's why the blue we salute is to Nipsey Juneteenth barbecue at the Hanging by the pigtails, burned Wendy's Strange fruits still swingin' from the White protesting 'cause they can't leave Try to life, that's a real quarantine just take the mask off when they can't breathe But we got knees in our esophagus Face blue 'cause he running out of Got his brains by one of his accomplices Add you to the of his accomplishments He came in the night, now we're mourning fist up to no-knock warrants But the fascism the only army warrin' Look at the way the patriarchy and tore him Look at the blood, the streets filled with I ain't slavin' for 'em, I ain't to share crop Pissed off, my lock in gridlock I'm with this shits, nigga, the bullshit stop
No teardrops, no more teardrops No more teardrops, no tears No more teardrops, no more No more teardrops, no more
I'm tired of only seein' at the funeral of learnin' my homie's name at the eulogy I'm tired of wearin' suits, man, ain't suitable I'm tired of runnin', but the cops shooting me Niggas and we still buyin' jewelry Nigga, ain't the time for the tomfoolery A sign of the times, shit ain't it used to be I throw a hoodie on, at what they do to me .223 cocked, I don't need a Wall Street, we done got a bailout They try to us to believe in the government But when Barack is president, niggas had to sell rocks One out of fifteen niggas in the block The other fourteen, don't care about I'm in the courtroom pullin' my out 'Cause I get another for each one of my dreadlocks At times, you gotta fight back to get life back But if you fight back, you might get your jacked And just to fight back, you have the right stack 'Cause Johnny Cochran gonna hit you with the tag Malcolm X, Newton, they don't like that Hell, hell nah, they don't that nigga try to hit me with a nightstick I'm going for my clip, I ain't out like that
No teardrops, no more teardrops No more teardrops, no tears No teardrops, no more teardrops No more teardrops, no tears
Can you feel that (Shake 'em, shake 'em, shake 'em off) Can you feel that pain? (Shake 'em, shake 'em, '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 that pain? (Shake 'em, shake 'em, 'em off) Can you feel that pain? (Shake 'em, 'em, shake 'em off) Can you feel that pain? (Shake 'em, shake 'em, 'em off) Say, time for a change! I I'm at war All I wanted to do was live without fear (All he wanted, wanted) Now I'm all up (All tied up) nowhere to go (Nowhere to go, oh)
Spiritual negro, keeper of the My and the Holy Ghost (I hear) Of the South (I hear) I assert my memory, rockin' my moccasins (I hear) They observed I had a cottonmouth, I spoke (I hear) I spit fire was stored up in my bones, then I smoke (I hear) though, our skin-folk into kinfolk That's I kept my dome on a swivel for in this, uncivil war want me to shut up and dribble more Black soil, got rich from the Struggle, marriage, still engaged in Looking for armed men and I'm next Turing into a hot plate to feed my youngins Indeed dug it (dug it, dug it)