Sick of Cryin' (feat. Leon Bridges & D Smoke)

Unrest in the city

War in the city

Pain in the city

Blood on the ground

But Yahweh’s watchin on high

So if the wall breaks don’t trip

You shoulda seen it coming from a million mile

Poison from your lips

Fed up with the days of just letting it slide

Don’t hit me with the steel

Cause my skin is black is tar

It ain’t far from the real, real

Piss poor with problems

Bout to pick pocket people

And my peace pipe ain’t hot

Why they preaching peace by the steeple

Yeah we practice precaution

Cause we peep how they peelin’

Capture blacks til they fascinated

We sing why we grievin’

Mama se mama sa

Word to Michael we dangerous

Run home if you’re scared of problems

Can’t dodge em, we angels

Every tanto la muerte esperando el cielo

We ain’t frownin’ we black and brown

And we crowned with that yellow

Unrest in the city (unrest)

War in the city (it’s war)

Pain in the city (pain)

Blood on the ground

They poisoned our organizations

Turned men to boys, instigated

Wars on our land with the Navy

Blue or your wet in red laces

You should be proud to rock darker hue

And embrace it

I love the skin that I’m in

And I look like God when I’m naked

Ask my wife

Cause my skin is black as tar

It ain’t far from the real, real

So if the wall breaks don’t trip

You shoulda seen it coming from a million mile

Poison from your lips

Fed up from the days of just letting it slide

Don’t hit me with the steel

Cause my skin is black as tar

It ain’t far from the real, real