Correction Lyrics Protest by Yizzy

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Lyrics

(Hook)
I got the over the shoulder look pat down
A me dat the boi wan track down
Whole squad pulled up so they ran down
Locked door, so the door get ram down
They inside so my heart just sank down
Bright ass lights when they scan down
Warn my boy so I flag down
Likkle weed pon mi hip so mi dash out
I got the over the shoulder look pat down
A me dat the boi wan track down
Whole squad pulled up so they ran down
Locked door, so the door get ram down
When mi see dem, mi heart just sank down
It seems dat di boi wan crack down
Holy f**k bro man down *gun shot*

(Haviah Verse)
Y’all need to broaden your scope
Picture you got darker skin and broaden your nose
I be sick when I be thinking ‘bout the trauma we know
This sh*t is scripted, watch the drama unfold
You hear them sirens, that’s the sound of the law
They say be silent with they hands on your jaw
They say you violent, but they act like they God
They want submission
They’ll let your ass get ravaged by dogs
‘Cause there’s a system, and my black ass just don’t fit in
Oh I get it
sh*t is a race game, and this game is hopeless
From the 60s they displaced the Scotians
Back then they made slave patrol and night watches, they became the roaches
Immigrants said this gate is open
Did the whole mile, an inch came the closest
So I walk with this strange emotion
In my head, ‘cause this braid is ropes and chains
I don’t feel safe in the 6ix or Peel
Bwoi pon the strip like a 6 course meal
And I ain’t tryna get caught up
But I would never flip, I don’t need no deal
I never straddle the devil
If it’s hot I don’t handle the kettle
They might hang you or shoot you, whatever
(Bridge)
Boi pon di right so mi go left
‘Cause if dem nuh see me den it’s no stress
Weight is on my back, I’m getting no rest
Better see the man dem at the protest
They say I’m a waste but I’m focused
Blizzard in the way, it’s the coldest year
When you see us, play like you don’t notice
I just pray the boi dem never roll up

All my n***as from South side
Pigs on patrol bringing pressure in
They thinking they bad but they never been
They just got a trigger finger and too much too much adrenaline rising up
Feds got gang in their sights its f**ked
Cah they know if I ever get touched bun that let alone g checked or bucked
Then watch the crime rate, we’ll rise it up
Touch me and the crime rates rising
The press call me a young black king
But the gyal say they like that I’m lightskin

I feel caught in the middle it’s frightening
Dark enough to get shot by feds but not light enough to get look anything like them
When my reality is that I went from the news at 6 to views from the 6
When at 19 I could of been 6 feet under
Yo wah di Bumba, who this younger
Y,I,Z south side where mi come from

(Yizzy & Haviah)
They thinking they bad but they never been
They just got a trigger finger and too much too much adrenaline
I think it’s my melanin
Is it the skin I’m in that make them wanna turn me to skeleton

They said it would change but it never did

All this sh*t look the same when I pop out
Everywhere that I go, gotta watch out
Still my skin isn’t something I’d swap out

Dark skin wit the dread dem
I feel like the boi dem playing henchmen with my folks
See a lot of dead men
After boi dem beat them and arrest them, oh no no
I’m calling
I’m calling your bluff
‘Cause I’m getting to new heights
So you better know your rights

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