Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Eternal Reflection Interlude, artist - Young Jeezy. Date of issue: 12.11.2015
Song language: English
Eternal Reflection Interlude |
| Soldiers march inside my mouth |
| Slide down my throat, crawl inside my womb |
| And leave a hand grenade in my son’s arms |
| Pre-birth occupation. |
| You wait for them to grow up and shoot us unarmed |
| Dear black Madonna |
| How many hail Mary’s? |
| Project holy water. |
| bless these loads we carry. |
| Pregnant with potential but birthing silence. |
| Tears taste like violence |
| Born with middle passage anxiety |
| Why can’t you feel the God in me? |
| A million angels follow me |
| Your system don’t acknowledge me. |
| Born free |
| My prayer mat close to me |
| I’m my ancestor’s priority |
| Which sound is closer to God’s voice then children laughing? |
| We the beautiful balance goddess on my block |
| A special kind of hell. |
| Razors wrapped in feathers. |
| Our bodies, wishing wells. |
| We raise our daughters and pray our sons just make it home from school |
| We need new rules |
| Queens created out of red clay dust |
| Pushed into classroom terrorism. |
| Girlhood rushed. |
| Our black boys born kings |
| You try to crucify em |
| They built with steel and dreams |
| Who’s the criminal when the global blood is on your hands |
| We indigenous these streets been our land |
| You not supposed to see death this early in the morning |
| If God is an American, then God must be lonely |
| More killed by police in our cities |
| Than Afghanistan |
| The underestimated. |
| Outliving our circumstance |
| Some of us don’t dance. |
| Some of us got plans |
| We don’t smile for you. |
| But our laugh is hard |
| Our new religion includes tearing down privatized prison bars |
| Black birds fly far. |
| I know who you are |
| Your bravado. |
| you a super star. |
| The science of Imhotep |
| With the heart of 'Pac |
| We the ones they couldn’t kill. |
| The chosen. |
| We won’t stop |
| This is the time for hustlers and scholars |
| Sunflowers and gun powder |
| The lies just get louder. |
| Shout out to the doubters |
| She can write surahs and psalms |
| In the same breath cook poems |
| And write dinner with her left |
| Rock a mic with her right |
| And pray her own seeds will be able to |
| Exchange the heavens for a mirror |
| And see themselves as the greatest reflection of God |