VIC MENSA FEAT. MALIK YUSEF & WYATT WADDELL - NO TEARDROPS
No more teardrops, no teardrops No teardrops (Hold on!), no more teardrops No more teardrops, no more No teardrops, no more teardrops No teardrops, no more teardrops
Police cars on in the streets Tear gas and the dogs on a The scene seem like in the sixties They takin' knees like Monica They beating women like did Whitney That's why the only blue we is to Nipsey barbecue at the precinct Hanging by the pigtails, burned down Strange fruits still swingin' from the White folks 'cause they can't leave Try to life, that's a real quarantine They take the mask off when they can't breathe But we got officers in our esophagus Face 'cause he running 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 up to no-knock warrants But the fascism ain't the only warrin' Look at the way the patriarchy and tore him Look at the blood, the streets with teardrops I ain't slavin' for 'em, I 'bout to share crop off, my wrist lock in gridlock I'm this shits, nigga, 'til the bullshit stop
No more teardrops, no teardrops No more teardrops, no more No more teardrops, no teardrops No more teardrops, no more
I'm tired of only seein' at the funeral Tired of my homie's name at the eulogy I'm tired of suits, man, this ain't suitable I'm tired of runnin', but the cops shooting me Niggas dyin' and we still buyin' Nigga, this ain't the for the tomfoolery A sign of the times, shit what it used to be I throw a hoodie on, look at they do to me .223 cocked, I don't a handout This Wall Street, we done got a They try to us to believe in the government But even when Barack is president, had to sell rocks One out of fifteen niggas in the cell The other fourteen, don't care about I'm in the courtroom my hair out 'Cause I get another year for each one of my At times, you gotta fight back to get life back But if you fight back, you might get your jacked And to fight back, you gotta have the right stack 'Cause Johnny gonna hit you with the price tag Malcolm X, Newton, they don't like that Hell, hell nah, they don't like First nigga try to hit me with a I'm for my clip, I ain't goin' out like that
No more teardrops, no teardrops No teardrops, no more tears 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 that pain? (Shake 'em, shake 'em, shake 'em off) Say, It's for a change! (Yeah, yeah, yeah) Can you that 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, shake 'em, 'em off) Say, It's for a change! I I'm at war All I ever wanted to do was without fear (All he wanted, wanted) Now I'm all tied up (All up) nowhere to go (Nowhere to go, oh)
Spiritual negro, keeper of the My heart and the Holy (I hear) Of the South (I hear) I assert my memory, rockin' my moccasins (I hear) They I had a cottonmouth, when I spoke (I hear) I fire that was stored up in my bones, then I smoke (I hear) Listen though, our skin-folk kinfolk what I kept my dome on a swivel for in this, uncivil war They want me to shut up and more soil, got rich from the dirt Struggle, marriage, still engaged in Looking for armed men and I'm next Turing Birmingham a hot plate to feed my youngins they dug it (dug it, dug it)