CORRIGER LES PAROLES
Paroles : Face To Face
Face To Face
Verse 1 [Lyric Jones]
Yo, yo
In the mirror staring face to face
The daily paper chase
Transformations taking place
Call it amazing grace
Twinnin like my interface
Heart on my sleeve
Honestly, my database
Is fairly caught up to speed
Harsh reminders of my race
sh*t, its Harder to breathe
House arrest without the ankle brace
The fault of disease
Which one should I be fearing most
A virus or a system
Corona sh*t ain’t coming close
Of violence on my sistas
And brothas we can list em
We peaceful they don’t listen
We sick of playing victim
My anger is the symptoms
The world can’t deny it or hide this sh*t any longer
No more being silent, they violent but say we squander
Some make believe perfect dealt hand, truth is we stronger
But painfully we still seeing strange fruit over yonder
The tragedy is back to back
Hit us more than Aubrey stats
These corporations copycat lies
How can it not be that?
The air is feeling different
My temperature change
My people sick of the statistics
Our temper in flames
We fighting hand to hand
For all the Sandra blands
Breonna Taylors real demands
Rage is all they understand
Verse 1 [Lyric Jones]
Yo, yo
In the mirror staring face to face
The daily paper chase
Transformations taking place
Call it amazing grace
Twinnin like my interface
Heart on my sleeve
Honestly, my database
Is fairly caught up to speed
Harsh reminders of my race
sh*t, its Harder to breathe
House arrest without the ankle brace
The fault of disease
Which one should I be fearing most
A virus or a system
Corona sh*t ain’t coming close
Of violence on my sistas
And brothas we can list em
We peaceful they don’t listen
We sick of playing victim
My anger is the symptoms
The world can’t deny it or hide this sh*t any longer
No more being silent, they violent but say we squander
Some make believe perfect dealt hand, truth is we stronger
But painfully we still seeing strange fruit over yonder
The tragedy is back to back
Hit us more than Aubrey stats
These corporations copycat lies
How can it not be that?
The air is feeling different
My temperature change
My people sick of the statistics
Our temper in flames
We fighting hand to hand
For all the Sandra blands
Breonna Taylors real demands
Rage is all they understand
