Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Homicide, artist - Yu. Album song Persona, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопDate of issue: 09.03.2015
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Mello
Song language: English
Homicide |
| For all the ones who lost too soon |
| One two |
| One two |
| Got my hands high in the air |
| But this is not a concert, it’s a sign of despair |
| No I’m not a monster, I’m just out of my head |
| It’s like a jungle sometimes |
| Make me wonder how I keep from going under |
| With the lions and tigers and bears |
| Enough to make a cyborg break out into tears |
| It is not as it appears, they think we all crazy |
| Just unruly niggas and tar babies |
| But what if these fuck ass Officer Barbradys |
| Was killing y’all babies? |
| And the cost of your life was less than a dog’s maybe |
| You’d probably call some of your boys that had an itch |
| To go out hunting for that something pop up out that bitch |
| Like, go ahead and drop it, nothing you do can stop it |
| Please don’t knock it cause my pocket still in that Doberman pinch |
| Anything from candy to cigarettes can get a nigga killed |
| But I’ll be honest man I’m running out of shit to feel |
| I ain’t tryna tell my biz |
| But I got the blues and I watch the news |
| Like nigga what the fuck I’m 'posed to tell my kids? |
| So fuck your city ordinance, this is for the flourishing |
| So hot in the air and that’s word to West Florissant |
| You seem to keep 'em shooting, bring the chorus in |
| For real |
| I just gotta find a better way (x4) |
| Gotta find |
| A better way |
| I just gotta find a better way |
| Religion’s like a gang, I guess you judge me by the way I dress |
| My name and sex and think I’m on my way to display a vest |
| Since 9/11 I’ve been off the plane, detained at best |
| My name’s Amir Muhammed, no officer I ain’t change it yet |
| My father came in '76 not to get your job |
| But to get a job |
| See we ain’t made the A-bomb |
| And we don’t want yo' yard |
| Just a piece of heavenly bliss, they painting a rift |
| One-sided, I think they cheat the scorecard |
| I guess this is where I go hard or go home |
| Can’t do that, cuz y’all done turn my courtyard to war zone |
| So let me grab this weapon, and load it with no discretion |
| Exploding on the poachers to prove a point that I ain’t messing |
| I’m talking musical lessons, marching movements in messes |
| Stop the news from using shock as a weapon for suppressing diseases |
| Won’t deplete us, can’t compare the toe to the slaughter |
| To the soldiers who follow orders, kidnapping all the daughters |
| I’m here to drive your taxis, feed your families and your fears |
| And kick a little knowledge in your ear |
| If you ask me |
| So please go head get at me if my words loud as your actions |
| So we can get together and do something that’s impacting |
| I think I found a better way |