Tom: D minor
Verse 1
Am
We are from a place where they
first started people.
And ever, and ever, and ever, and ever,
and ever, and ever, and ever, ever.
Never.
Never.
Never.
C
Every day of my life is a struggle.
Am
Out in the free world trying
Am
And can't nobody tell me nothing, dawg.
C
Am
It's time for the black smoke
Am
When this occurs, result is pollution
C
Am
Waitin' for a solution,
C
now time is the execution
Mississippi where
C
I would grow him and form him
Am
To an educated black man
Am
The white man's system
and his political plans
C
Am
Against the brother man, so yo,
Am
Cause trackers, album jokers,
C
brokers ain't gon' never know
Am
Cause you're blind to the fact,
C
stereotype and brainwashed
Am
But you're no better than nobody else
C
Am
You gotta pay the same cost to gaze
up at the stars at night
C
Prayin' and wishin' I'd pre
Am
pare for my self -crucifixion
C
Dm
Am
Dm
Cause I ain't givin' up
Am
C
Am
Dm
Am
I ain't givin' up
C
Now
Am
Dm
I ain't givin'
C
Am
up your fist or draw your gun
C
Which one will it be then?
I'm a coverin' the story of
Mickey
C
Leland
C
for helpin' the black race
D
C
generous man was written on his face
Am
Just like all the rest,
Am
Nevertheless possessed
Am
The plot was to shoot down the plane
Yo dope, you know who did it?
C
Yeah, but I ain't sayin' names
Am
Mickey wanted to stop starvation,
so he flew
To make sure they got him, they killed
Am
You might as well have placed a
C
Black leaders are fallin' like hailstones
Am
Black men you love to assassinate
C
Am
I got my gauge and I can't wait
C
To blast your head into 8 dif
C
Time to elevate the tension
Am
I know you want the terrorist
Am
C
But we too quick with serial killers on guard
South
Park,
Hard
Park, and
Fifth
C
Ward
you know what you're doing
Mickey
C
Leland, 16, but we still look up to him
Dm
Am
C
Dm
I ain't givin' up, never
Am
C
Dm
Am
Dm
Am
I ain't givin' up, never
C
Am
The majority of my true
Am
Other half are jobless
Cause they refuse to
Am
And I don't blame them one bit
C
Am
You know it's an
African culture
C
Am
You son of a bitch, the terrorist
C
When no lunch breaks, the day's off
Am
That's the way it's gonna
Am
Cause freedom is always somethin'
that you're hearin' about
C
Am
Freedom, they miss me,
Am
How can you miss freedom
C
when freedom never rings?
Am
You see, I was born in the 60's
And ain't a damn thing changin',
C
it's the motherfuckin' 90's
Am
30 long years passed by quickly, see
Now society got the blacks top
C
Am
Keep slayin' tough? I'm doin' both,
but I'm tryin' to get out
Dm
Am
Dm
Am
C
damn fool
Am
C
D
Am
C
Dm
Am
Check it out, let us confess
No longer is our world ruled
by a balance of power
C
Am
It is shot into policies of
The government
C
Am
Owned and operated by
who?
The government
C
Am
Let me tell you brothers something, man
C
Am
Y 'all have to get up off of y 'all ass and hustle,
dawg
C
Am
You see, the system is set up to destroy
C
the potentially productive black man
Am
D
Am
That's why you gotta work 25 -8 when
D
no lunch breaks or day's off
Am
C
Let's increase the peace, brothers
Am
And the terrorists out of there
cause we on our job
Am
C
And we ain't givin' up.
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