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immortal man - chris patrick lyrics

(part one)
step through that noose
i wear that rope
the same way
n*ggas wear these chains
i spent my days praying
for peace that never came
i bent and broke
under police when they exclaim
you have the right to remain
silent
but the lack of speech
impeding on my rights
the action of my speaking
could lead me to leaving life
the passion of my people
been seeded through scenes of plight
watch these black
lives move the tides of change
like brother mose
expedite my people cross a ship
built by jim crow
came here under force
to a country
we never chose
but the power to chose in life
is restricted
heroes in the streets
but as cowards we were depicted
our history’s been written
by the devils on the mare
who have settled on the backs of
a lineage with i share
either stand for something new
or fall pray to the way of lies
from the darkness came a negro
preparing himself to die
die
die
just f*cking die

(part 2)
i’ve been
dreaming of a world
that we survive in
where we finally breath
without the violence
nothing but a scene
inside my eyelids

i’ve been
dreaming of a world
that we survive in
where we finally breath
without the violence
nothing but a scene
inside my eyelids

stimulus check ain’t no reparations
it’s more so like “a shut the f*ck up”
from a hectic nation
the setting of the war that’s connecting
through civil duty
by a gang built to send us to graveyards
as destinations
death is waiting for the weak who
walk as false defendants
the right to bare the arms of brothers
lost to y’all amendments
justify the k!llings with a code
just to hide the villains
so civilians don’t explode
justice lies in millions
but the will of them is slowed
by the pigment of the piggies
playing risky with our souls
this little piggy thinks that blacks
should have his votes
and that little piggy just thinks
that our actions jokes
the last little piggy
don’t even know he pig
he just oinks away with tweets
in a way that leave us provoke
but that big bad wolf
demanding answers
riots in the streets
as a means to disband the cancers
spreading through the cities
infectious upon the void
deflecting upon our pain
as a weapon to k!ll the noise
the more i’m watching the news
less there is to avoid
and the lessons pops bestowed
on a n*gga finally employed
i’ve been
dreaming of a world
that we survive in
where we finally breath
without the violence
nothing but a scene
inside my eyelids

i’ve been
dreaming of a world
that we survive in
where we finally breath
without the violence
nothing but a scene
inside my eyelids

sacrilegious to quote scriptures
in debate
he who turns the other
cheek is destined for his fate
but he who sees the temple
and destroys its inner sins
will finally understand the
truth of peace inside his living sp*ce
subject myself to teachings of the verbs
from the speechless of our silence
spoke the freedom we deserved
every weekend
spent our wilding
in them streets on every burb
quelled a demon born to rile up
the evils on the verge
i’m just a man
who seeks the way
can’t be diplomat
my wrist were slapped
by catholic nuns and white aristocrats
no matter how many times
they promise thangs
they can’t never promise gang
they gon find a way to bring my n*ggas back
or at least to ease
the traumas of our seeds
outliving your sapling
cause they sawed off your trees
gardens borne from eden
has involved into a scheme
where the promise of a haven
could be bought out with degrees
but even that’s a lie
(part 3)

cops just pulled me over

told my girl i’d text her when
make it to the crib

they might k!ll me
and’ll she never get her closure

if heaven had phones
i would call her everyday
and say
“it’s not your fault
they pulled it from the holster”
“it’s not your fault
they shot me from they rover”
“its not your fault they lied
to the reporters
and told them i resisted
“not your fault they always
treat us different”

but what if i was white?

what if when they stopped me
they just asked me bout my night
and what if when they stopped me
they just pat me on my shoulder
and they let me go with warnings
and they actually been polite

i’d make it back home
i’d eat food with the kids
i’d listen to their days at school
they’d tell me how you did
i’d wait for you to make it
and we’d chat about the time
and then we’d do it all again
like nothing happen in our minds
but that’s just how it goes

this a death wish

romanticize our suffering
and post that b*tch on netflix
but the once the movie specials
turn to live action moves
every corporate that had f*cked with us
starts acting disconnected

here comes the:

prepared apologies
we stand with you
while you throw flares out
at they policies
but where was you
when was out here
staring at our poverty
y’all took up all the lands
and never spared us any property
scared to stand with blacks
while black was baring on the mockery
rarely paid us back
but used are backs to climb up properly
prison sentence max
with no parole is done so commonly
no matter how the dice get rolled
it’s death by this monopoly

the odds not in our favor

where is god at with our savior?

hope he ain’t forgot us
they been pocketing our paper
building false gods
celebrities ain’t sh*t
but we still praise em

manipulation finest
stimulate our bank accounts
then sit and wait in silence
symptoms of the richness
means they lip locked for the midas
touching gold is more important
than the black folk that provide it

so delighted
touching gold is more important
than the black folk that provide it

so delighted
touching god is more important
than the black folk that provide it

(interlude)
honestly
this sh*t is f*cking crazy dawg
it’s like…
i’m black and uh…it’s kinda hard sitting still
knowing that all of this sh*t is happening outside
and it’s happening to people who look just like me
you know what im saying?

i be waking up everyday looking in the mirror
and as of recent
i’ve kinda been trying to look at myself
and figure out like “why do you hate us?”
and it’s scary dawg

i haven’t even left my crib as of recent
because i’m almost fearful that
me walking out the crib right now
could be the last time i ever walk out
and the people who love me most….
never see me again

(part 4)
this little light of mine
i wanna let it shine

but this shade of black
ain’t made for that
at least that what they taught me
in them elementary paperbacks
the white man was protagonist
the black man looked like monster
when portraying self as activist
we never asked for this
and cop k!llings always said
they sprayed em as an accident
lots of souls been absence since
cops threw away they abstinence
and starting f*cking up the lives
of people was miraculous visions
to change the world

what am i finna do

what am i finna do
when my daughter hit my room
and she ask me
“is it safe outside”

what am i finna do

what am i finna do
when my daughter hit my room
and she ask me
“is it safe outside
for a person like me.”

- chris patrick lyrics

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