Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song We Could Be Free, artist - Victor Kwesi Mensah. Album song The Autobiography, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 27.07.2017
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Roc Nation
Song language: English
We Could Be Free |
We could be free |
If we only knew we were slaves to the pains of each other |
One thing I believe I could learn |
To see my enemy as my brother |
Then we could be free, truly |
And love could wash away our sorrows |
I’m not afraid to bleed |
If it means, we’ll make them better today not tomorrow |
One day I dream of telling my momma |
«You ain’t gotta work no more» |
Same for my father, born in Ghana, down on that dirt road floor |
As far as he came I can’t complain, but pain is so subjective |
Spend so much time countin' issues, I forget to count |
My blessings |
Watch my cousins back at home, getting water out a well |
While I watch my brother stacking stone, whippin' water by the scale |
Tryna' get a mill' on the other side |
They ain’t got a meal, we don’t recognize we in heaven |
So we think we live in hell |
It’s been getting kinda hard to tell |
But |
Sometimes I wake up and I look up at the sky |
Asking why I’m alive when the realest niggas died |
And my pride won’t let me give up, lord as hard as I try |
In those times I try to remember |
That we could be free |
If we only knew we were slaves to the pains of each other |
One day, I believe I’d learn |
To see my enemy as my brother |
Then we could be free, truly |
And love could wash away our sorrows |
I’m not afraid to bleed |
If it means, we’ll make them better today not tomorrow |
I don’t want to wait for the afterlife |
I don’t want a vigil by candle light |
I don’t want to be the new sacrifice |
I don’t want to turn into a poltergeist |
Be a ghost at night full of broken dreams |
Momma cryin' at an open casket |
Cold as ice in a suit, 3 piece |
All dressed up for Sunday masses |
Pastor said put faith in God |
But faith alone can’t make things right |
Who the fuck is you to patronize |
Somebody’s son whose daddy died? |
Why they flood Baton Rouge? |
Why the city singing Alton’s blues? |
Why, why, why, why? |
I feel like Jadakiss every time I watch the news |
What the fuck I got to lose? |
So I’m down to bleed if it means things improve |
You fools, saying «all lives matter» |
But it’s black lives you refuse include |
Blocked from the polls |
Locked in the hood, trying to stop you from voting and stop you from growing |
And cops keep blowing and blowing |
Keep black people locked into cotton |
They don’t want you to own, but |
Sometimes I wake up and I look up in the sky |
Asking why I survived all the days that I could have died |
Who am I in my place |
To contemplate suicide? |
In those times I try to remember |
That we could be free, truly |
If we’d only knew we were slaves to the pains of each other |
But I believe I’d learn |
To see my enemy as my brother |
Then we could be free, you and me |
And we could wash away our sorrows |
I’m not afraid to bleed, if it means |
We’ll make them better today not tomorrow |
Love (love) |
Love (love) |
To love my enemy as my brother |
(Yeah yeah yeah) |
Make my enemy my brother |
Woah, oh, oh, oh |
Enemy my brother |