TheyDon't

They Don't (Explicit) - Nasty C/T.I.

Lyrics by：Nasty C/Clifford Joseph Harris, Jr./Benn Gilbert Kamoto

Composed by：Nasty C/Clifford Joseph Harris, Jr./Benn Gilbert Kamoto

They don't want me to win they don't want me to eat

They don't want to see a young black man succeed

They don't want to see me take my brothers

Out of the streets

They don't want me

They don't want me to sleep they don't want me to dream

They don't want to see my people livin' good and at ease

They wanna lock 'em all up

And then get rid of the keys

We ain't never free

I'm grateful for life and the prize I reap

Every day and every night I get on my knees

And I pray for my guys and they families

Hope the Lord hear me

I can only imagine the pain and the grief

From the innocent mothers with

All the s**t they had to see

When you lose the ones you love to

The f**kin' police it cuts deep

When Heaven calls and the angels do they job

We start to question God like we could play his part

It gets so f**kin' hard we can't escape the dark

It's hatred in my heart for the ones who left this scar

But everything will be alright soon

I just wanna let you know ain't nothin' like you

We live and die that's always been the cycle

I promise it wasn't about you

When you make it to Heaven give me your eyes dude

Watch over me closely 'til it's my time too

The only thing I can do is turn to the Bible

And do my best to help your family

'Cause they're mine too

But they don't want me

To win they don't want me to eat

They don't want to see a young black man succeed

They don't want to see me

Take my brothers out of the streets

They don't want me

They don't want me to sleep

They don't want me to dream

They don't want to see my people

Livin' good and at ease

They wanna lock 'em all up

And then get rid of the keys

We ain't never free

How could you blame as many sisters and brothers die

If they answer to it go and start another fire

Guess they gotta do it has to show objection to it

God bless 'em no direction out there gettin' to it

2020 guess it's the year of the burn

Consequences you earned

To build this nation that you hate me

In the karma's returned

Well that's a stupid question when will you learn

You never will word to George Floyd Emmett

Till and Sean Bell

Guess they'd rather see us all in civil unrest