Eternal Reflection Interlude - Young Jeezy, Jessica Care Moore

Eternal Reflection Interlude - Young Jeezy, Jessica Care Moore

Год
2015
Язык
`English`
Длительность
122610

Below is the lyrics of the song Eternal Reflection Interlude , artist - Young Jeezy, Jessica Care Moore with translation

Lyrics " Eternal Reflection Interlude "

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Eternal Reflection Interlude

Young Jeezy, Jessica Care Moore

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

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