Lyrics It's Hard - Giggs, Emeli Sandé

It's Hard

Oh, tell me how long shall they should kill our prophets?
Martin said he said he’d been right to the top of mountains
And why is it such a crime being brown skin?
Oh, the old shackles done, we rising up again
I’m up again, suffered now and suffer then
But fuck it, now it’s us and them
Never see me following no fucking trends
It’s big Hollow with a couple gems
Socially, socially distant and emotionally
They know that I’m different and I’m openly
In a zone with a difference and there’s hope for me
Tears from a realionnaire, fears that another black man’s gonna disappear
They don’t care about blacks 'cause they’re killing bare
Goldilocks just broke in, bet they kill a bear
And that’s where we’re at
Nah, that’s where we’ve been and still the facts
That’s why we’ll never wear your hat
It’s weird because they’re scared of black
Scared for the brothers
Scared for the mothers
Fears getting smothered
Tea’s in the kitchen
Dreams in the rubbish
Beers in the cupboard
Man getting rub out
Where’s all the rubbers?
Man gonna bug out
'Cause where’s all the others?
Man get the fuck out
Swears, then he utters
Nobody’s guilty
Turn, then he blubbers
I feel it deep
Don’t wanna wake up, 'cause I’m still asleep
They got me way stuck, 'cause I’m in the street
I watch the chain flush, but I’m skinning teeth
You got your make-up on, you’re feeling sweet
You got your lace fronts, or you spin your weave
I watched the birds nuff, studying the bees
She may be light skinned, but I love my queens
Car then I’m bouncing
Far from announcements, far from announcing
Calm when I’m pouncing, it’s hard being brown skin
Load up the petrol, yes, I do mean harm when I douse him
All my kids have got houses, a nigga came far from the housing
Typical
It’s a difficult one, yeah, it’s difficult
91 Psalm, yeah, it’s biblical
How dare you disrespect me with your ridicule
They always tell me that I’m miserable
I’m just a spiritual guy in the physical
It’s pitiful times, and it’s critical
Political guys turn invisible
Tell me how long shall they should kill our prophets?
Martin said he said he’d been right to the top of mountains
Tell me why is it such a crime being brown skin?
The old shackles done, we rising up again
Tell me how long shall they should kill our prophets?
Martin said he said he’d been right to the top of mountains
And why is it such a crime being brown skin?
The old shackles done, we rising up again