Correction Lyrics Black & Blue by Oswin Benjamin

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I won't apologize for the type of man that you are
I won't make edits, forget it, you're a child of God
You've been imprisoned within, deep in your own heart
And the battle you in leaving you with some scars
Why are you the recipient of what you can't discard?
When they gone look past your coloring and see who you are?
We all human and we do make some bad decisions
They can pretend all they want but there will be an admission
We still bitter as winter with no fire to sit with
Still question God's love as if he'd cеase to give it
'Cause thеy treat us like diseases, let's just keep it trill
We gon' always be n***as to them, let's just being real
Our pockets is fat with all the things that we need to heal
And tryna cover up hurt will eventually kill
If sipping on purp' won’t do it, than neither will pills
So now we leaning might as well lean on what won't yield
Can't stand on sand, and thuggin' is not shield
Standing on blocks, selling rock, tryna provide a meal
So now you throw up yo hands like, what I'm supposed to do?
If I can't trust in the system or lean on my crew
If I carry this weapon, they gon' carry my corpse
But if I carry I probably end up standing in court
Pleading a case for murder charge that I didn't do
Walking these streets being black, contending with blue

Said I'm Black in a white world
And I'm feeling blue
What's the point if I'm always seen as a threat to you?
Walking these streets being black, contending with blue
Walking these streets being black, contending with blue
Oh

It's hard to see salvation in my shade
Find praise in my pigment and the blessing in my Black
The coil in my follicle do attract the bull sh*t leaving a bullseye on my back
Making efforts to hide what I'm feeling
The black that I carry is an offense that can land me life in a prison
The black inside of your holster done held me hostage for living
And tainted images call me a thug instead of a victim, it get heavy
'Fore we learn to walk, we war ready
Before we see degrees, we morgue ready
Suiting up to ball or see the judge
We were born court ready
Glass talking, inmate call ready
We done lost our fathers to the tactics
Night sticks and badges
Then laughed at in events of their absence
Innocence was traded for the narrative established
Getting backlash since the days of back lashes, hmm
What I gotta do to make it home?
I just pray I see my wife again
How many 3/5th's make a whole (No-one knows)
Looking for the the Lord through the midst of ordeal
Looking for appeals only turned us to the pills
What we 'pose to do?
White lies and false truths, velcro to my hue
Walking these streets being black, contending with blue

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