Song information  On this page you can read the lyrics of the song No Ways Tired , by - Jackie Hill PerryRelease date: 10.05.2018
Song language: English
 Song information  On this page you can read the lyrics of the song No Ways Tired , by - Jackie Hill PerryNo Ways Tired | 
| She said she was tired | 
| Tired of mailing her sons away | 
| Tired of guns summoning death | 
| Telling the press, too frustrated to yell and it’s messing with her | 
| I remember when they told me I wasn’t the homie | 
| I was a segment | 
| She said it with tears with her head in my chest and | 
| I felt the burden, I felt it burn up, I saw the fire | 
| I saw the furnace, who turned it higher? | 
| I heard and turned and grabbed some dirt | 
| She said that my son’s inside it | 
| It’s hard to pray and say the name of what 81 invited but who will listen? | 
| This prison system is lynching my babies | 
| His bail is higher than what put him inside and it’s crazy | 
| Is he a colleague from Riker’s Island with violence | 
| Or maybe he gotta die to be safe | 
| And I’m still alive, let us pray | 
| Life is getting harder, God I need thee | 
| Gotta walk on water where you are, oh God I need thee | 
| God I’m losing focus, hold me close because I need thee | 
| Never let me go, oh don’t I know it, God I need thee | 
| He said he was woke | 
| He tired of sleeping, he tired of weeping for bodies | 
| Nobody try believing the body is blind, I see it | 
| He said it with red in his eye | 
| The color that smothered his brother under that sheet | 
| He mumbles something I seen | 
| The other day when I was walking with him | 
| Through the park with lots of children, dogs of all civilians | 
| No guards to stop and frisk or draw revolvers, all the privilege | 
| We all so different, walks beside a Christian | 
| Can’t decide the difference, I provide a bridge | 
| He frowns and says he wants to hate 'em | 
| Put a noose around his neck and text him «how's it hanging?» | 
| Treat him like his skin’s the curse of Ham, he knows it’s Satan | 
| When the press becomes oppressive, it’s us trading places | 
| So he bids him grace and praises | 
| I can’t get tired | 
| I can’t get tired | 
| Life is getting harder, God I need thee | 
| Gotta walk on water where you are, oh God I need thee | 
| God I’m losing focus, hold me close because I need thee | 
| Never let me go, oh don’t I know it, God I need thee | 
| She said she was tired |