Lyrics Melanin - Kele

Melanin

Standing on the block shotting reefer
He thinks he’s too fly for the five o
Got a rolex on his hand
Gonna stick it to the man
Cos he just made 2 grands
Gotta be God’s plan
None to wise best believer
Dutty wining in the middle of the road
Sometimes you got to flex to get respect
For the ones who did not make it
For the ones who lost who were struck down
For the ones who fell before us
Or yet to come
It’s all going off at true flavours
He’s looking criss in the barber’s chair
Park your bimma in the road
Don’t care who knows he’s down to fight
Boys not raised right
Where you at?
Where you been?
Where you going fam?
It’s carved in stone like a hieroglyph
Let this black man show you how to get down
How you gonna know your weight in gold?
Why your skin glows in sunlight?
How you gonna know
If you’re not told the truth about where you’re from?
Don’t you wanna know your weight in gold?
Why your skin glows in sunlight?
Don’t you wanna know the truth about where you’re from?
How you gonna know your weight in gold?
Why your skin glows in sunlight?
Sometimes you got to flex to get respect
For the ones who did not make it
For the ones who lost who were struck down
For the ones who fell before us
Or yet to come
I’m just a rub-a-dub soldier
I’m just a rub-a-dub soldier
I’m just a rub-a-dub soldier
Fighting to keep the ruckus alive