Tag: Sandra Bland


Hussain Manawer – I’m Ashamed lyrics




I’m ashamed

I’m ashamed to be citizen of this world
Where we breed corruption, deceit, and inequality between boys and girls
I’m ashamed of myself
Indulged in temptation, desire and wealth

I’m so ashamed I don’t cry I laugh
I’m ashamed my grandparents fought for my education whilst I bunked in
The park
I’m ashamed at my work rate, the generation before us kept it together
And worked hard
I’m ashamed we let the smallest things get
Political and tear us apart

I’m ashamed we value success via likes and shares
I’m ashamed we spend our pay cheques dancing to techno sounds, drums and
Snares
House parties, raves, west end bottles and flares
I’m so ashamed that I don’t even care

I’m ashamed we are so connected and equally disconnected similuationaly
I’m ashamed we watch polar ice caps melt and think it’s happened
Spontaneously

I’m ashamed that when I look up to the sky and think of my contribution
Its halfhearted prayers from my attic window and bags full of pollution

I’m ashamed my footprint is made of carbon
I’m ashamed I find more peace and solace with eesa watching in the night
Garden

I’m ashamed I burden my friendships with Ahmed and Sajid
And then send messages in the morning saying sorry about that its cool now
I can manage

I’m ashamed we are looked at by color
I’m ashamed our phones connect quicker to the Internet in someone’s
Home then our hearts do with each other

I’m ashamed the media has become a weapon of mass distraction
I’m ashamed the greatest hero of us all was a man made out of plastic but
We called him action

I’m ashamed that the people of Rohingya are dissolving within our eyes
I’m ashamed to be alive in a time were we are still using words like the
Holocaust and genocide
I’m ashamed it’s even a debate that Sandra Bland committed suicide

I’m ashamed freedom doesn’t come freely
I’m ashamed we don’t know the story of aafia sadiqee

I’m ashamed, that in my throat I feel a lump
And ashamed till the death of me that hundreds of years of slavery is only
Taught in a single month

I’m ashamed we did the mannequin challenge whilst the orphans were
Calling
I’m ashamed that Syria has lost its children and Aleppo has fallen

Im ashamed we didn’t focus in history and ran through our corridors
When we should have been learning about kunte kente, anne frank and how
Much heart it took to escape from sobibor

I’m ashamed our intelligence is artificial and cannot breathe
I’m ashamed we created a virtual world because we destroyed the world we
Can really see,
I’m ashamed we elected world’s leaders that cannot lead

I’m ashamed terror has depressed the planet
I’m ashamed anxiety is imbedding itself in the granite

I’m ashamed we will take this moment for what it is
And in a few hours be even more ashamed because I’ll continue like it
Didn’t exist

We travelled fast
But we moved slow,
We developed quick,
We didn’t grow

I learnt it all on Wanstead Park Bridge, in valentine’s park and belgrave
Road,
One thing I’m not ashamed to say is this, is home sweet home,




Big Sean – No Favors Lyrics




[Hook: Big Sean]
Make it, make it, make it, boy, we gotta make it
You can save your hand, I ain’t gotta shake it
Everything lined up for the taking
And what I need from ’em? No favors
Clique too big, bread gotta break it
‘Cause these others lowkey with the snaking, faking
Everything lined up for the taking
And what I need from ’em?
No favors, no favors
What I need? No favors
Everything lined up for the taking
And what I need from ’em? No favors

[Verse 1: Big Sean]
I’m about getting the job done, boy up every night
I’m about rolling a seven when I toss up the dice
I’m about getting my logo off, flooded with ice
I’m about taking a risk that might fuck up your life
Tell ’em point and shoot like camera crews
In front of cameras too (brrr)
Damn, Sean, what happened to the humble attitude?
I’m like, “Niggas took the flow but I’m still standing too”
Thought I had the Midas touch
And then I went platinum too
Motherfuck all your comparisons
I’ve been talking to God like that’s my therapist
I’m African-American in America
I ain’t inherit shit but a millionaire under 30
So He must be hearing shit
Don, don, don life, I do this for the crib
The D to Flint, kids who get sick with lead
Others get the hit with the lead
From where they need a handout
But they tell you put hands up
Only deals I have is from the Sam’s Club
Now it’s blue blood in my veins
Though you know what I came for
Born in a world going where they told me I can’t go
In my lane, though, I’m in the same boat as Usain Bolt
Get ahead by any means so the head’s what I aim for
When my grandma died, I realized I got an angel
Show me everything’s a blessing depending on the angles
Look, I am the anomaly, never needed favors or apologies
That’s my new lifetime policy
Woodgrain steering wheel, this bitch feel like a pirate ship
How many hot verses till you bitches start acknowledging
The pictures we been painting, my nigga
Connected to a higher power
How I know? ‘Cause I don’t write this shit, I think it, my nigga
Look, all I ever did was beat the odds
‘Cause when you try to get even it just don’t even out
Never stopping like we hypnotized
Watch what we visualize on the rise, be the G.O.A.T.
While we alive, when we die, we gon’ be the gods

[Hook: Big Sean]
Make it, make it, make it, boy, we gotta make it
You can save your hand, I ain’t gotta shake it
Everything lined up for the taking
And what I need from ’em? No favors
Clique too big, bread gotta break it
‘Cause these others lowkey with the snaking, faking
Everything lined up for the taking
And what I need from ’em?
No favors, no favors

[Verse 2: Eminem]
If she was flavor, I won’t savor
No taste buds, hoe later
Fuck you looking at, hater?
I saw them eyes like an ass raper
Try to copy my swag like a cheating classmate
I’ll be the last face you see before you pass
When you get your fucking ass graded like a math paper
So ahead of my time late means I’m early, my age is reversing
I’m basically 30, amazingly sturdy, zany and wordy
Brainy and nerdy, blatantly dirty
Insanely perverted, rapey and scurvy
They blame me for murdering Jamie Lee Curtis
Said I put her face in the furnace, beat her with a space heater
A piece of furniture, egg beater, thermos
It may be disturbing, what I’m saying’s cringeworthy
But I’m urinating on Fergie, call Shady number 81
Surely I’m turning into the Aaron Hernandez of rap
State of emergency, the planets having panic attacks
Brady’s returning, matter of fact I may be deserving
Of a Pat on the back like a Patriots jersey
Inexplicable stomach growl from the pit of it
Like a fucking Terrier hittin’ it
Despicable, dumb it down, ridiculous
Tongue is foul, shoot off at the fucking mouth
Like a missile, a thunder cloud
100 pound pistol, pull the trigger this gun will sound
And you’ll get a round like Digital Underground
And fuck Ann Coulter with a Klan poster
With a lamp post, door handle, shutter
A damn bolt cutter, a sandal, a can opener, a candle, rubber
Piano, a flannel, sucker, some hand soap, butter
A banjo and manhole cover
Hand over the mouth and nose smother
Trample ran over the tramp with the Land Rover
The band, the Lambo, Hummer and Road Runner
Go ham donut or go Rambo, gotta make an example of her
That’s for Sandra Bland ho and Philando
Hannibal on the lamb, no wonder I am so stubborn
I’m anti, can’t no government handle a commando
Your man don’t want it, Trump’s a bitch
I’ll make his whole brand go under (yeah)
And tell Dre I’m meeting him in L.A., white Bronco like Elway
Speeding, I’m bout to run over a chick, Del Rey CD in?
Females stay beatin ‘em, bet you they’ll lay bleeding
And yell, “Wait,” pleading—but screaming is pointless
Like feeding Michel’le helium
Leaving them pale-faced, medium sized welt
Straight treating ’em like a cell mate
Seedy, I’m climbing hell’s gate
Bitch, I’m like your problems: self-made
Meaning someone else’s help ain’t needed
‘Cause I’ma—

[Hook: Big Sean]
Make it, make it, make it, boy, we gotta make it
You can save your hand, I ain’t gotta shake it
Everything lined up for the taking
And what I need from ’em? No favors
Clique too big, bread gotta break it
‘Cause these others lowkey with the snaking, faking
Everything lined up for the taking
And what I need from ’em?
No favors, no favors
What I need? No favors
Everything lined up for the taking
And what I need from ’em? No favors

[Outro]
(I know you feeling yourself right now
But I’m not sure she’s the one
I would call them in)
“Hey, I’m outside”
What are you doing here?


Dae Dae – Black Lives Matter (feat. London On Da Track) (Lyric Video)


[Intro]
Yeah, yeah, yeah-yeah-yeah
No justice, no peace huh?
Just put your hands up and say don’t shoot bro
(We got London on the track) boom

[Hook]
Black lives matter, black lives matter, black lives matter
Black lives matter, black lives matter, black lives matter
Black lives matter, black lives matter, black lives matter
Black lives matter, black lives matter, black lives matter
Is it the color of my skin (really?)
Maybe it’s how I sag my pants (Balmain)
(I just don’t know, bro)
Is it to safe with me (is it safe?)
To walk in thse streets with my kids with me? (yeah-yeah)
I mean face the reason, why?
Cause I got five reasons
I used to stay at Four Seasons

[Verse 1]
You killing my skin (black)
You killing my colors (blue)
You killing my niggas (my kind)
Crazy motherfucker bitch
Like what is your reason? (really?)
I rap for a reason (I do)
I trap for a reason (my kids)
This shit here easy, no-no
My president black (Barack)
My bank account loaded (racks)
My credit is whack, I feel like they holding (on me)
Trayvon we miss you
I hope you listening (yeah)
This shit ridiculous
I had to mention it
But shame on you (shame on you)
I didn’t wanna blame you (didn’t wanna blame you, no-no)
But they tried to frame me (for real)
And I get to aiming (they Glocks)
The reason why I’m saying this cause

[Hook]
Black lives matter, black lives matter, black lives matter
Black lives matter, black lives matter, black lives matter
Black lives matter, black lives matter, black lives matter
Black lives matter, black lives matter, black lives matter
Is it the color of my skin (the color of my skin)
Maybe it’s how I sag my pants (goddamn)
(I just-I just don’t fuck with you, bro)
Is it to safe with me (is it safe?)
To walk in thse streets with my kids with me? (yeah-yeah)
I mean face’s the reason, why? Cause I got five reasons
I used to stay at Four Seasons

[Verse 2]
You blood or you crip? (what)
You thugging or what? (huh?)
You busting or what? (scrap)
It’s us against them (c’mon)
Got no fear in my heart (no)
I don’t like how they shot that man that they chased on the ground
And I don’t like how killed that innocent lady on World Star
(On World Star, on World Star, on World Star)

[Bridge]
No-no-no-no, Eric Garner
No-no-no-no, Michael Brown
No-no-no-no, Freddie Gray
No-no-no-no, Alton Sterling
Sandra Bland
The message that I’m tryna tell you

[Hook]
Black lives matter, black lives matter, black lives matter
Black lives matter, black lives matter, black lives matter
Black lives matter, black lives matter, black lives matter
Black lives matter, black lives matter, black lives matter
Is it the color of my skin (really?)
Maybe it’s how I sag my pants (goddamn)
Is it to safe with me (is it safe?)
To walk in thse streets with my kids with me? (yeah-yeah)
I mean face’s the reason, why? Cause I got five reasons
I used to stay at Four Seasons

[Outro]
Four Seasons, Four Seasons, Four Seasons