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    Текст песни Styles - Listen

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    [Verse 1]
    I gotta few things I wanna ask the Lord
    Why my people gotta be so poor, feel me
    and why's it so rough when you're young and black
    They say you go to jail or get strung on crack
    Why the girl have a baby she was twelve years old
    Ask the state why the cell's gotta be so cold
    and why these niggas here with so many years
    whole family in court crying so many tears
    can you picture us living with hope [hell no]
    when the same ones hanging us is giving us dope
    shit, it's hard to get by
    I pray to God it's still hard to get by
    Just wanna hold my son [my man]
    but I can't leave my house until I load my gun
    I gotta grab my sword
    and when I die I got some things I wanna ask the Lord
    like, why we dying from AIDS
    and why on TV it's aight to be gay
    aint that sorta like my gun got the right to be waved
    if I could sit back and watch a whole cipher of slaves
    ask my man where the blacks at
    ask myself where the next Malcolm X at [I don't know]
    Is he makin Salat, or upstate like a ape in a box
    am I a human or a fallen angel
    got to pray by myself cuz I'm out of angle
    I aint facin the east, tell the brothers I was shakin the beast
    had the nine and the eight in the streets
    open your eyes, stay wise, cuz even Satan is deep
    I pray for a better living
    even though I think I'm better dying
    why, cuz I'd rather hear the angels singing
    why, and I don't wanna hear my people crying, feel me black

    [HOOK]
    We aint gotta die no more, I said we aint gotta die no more
    Black woman Listen
    You aint gotta cry no more, I said you aint gotta cry no more
    Black child Listen
    We gotta provide for y'all, I said we gotta provide for y'all
    Devil man Listen
    We got a surprise for y'all, I said we got a surprise for y'all
    Black man Listen

    [Verse 2]
    'Bout to be on some clever shit [I got to be]
    I gotta think if the president is prejudice
    and that's another eight years down
    the 500 year warn, that's a eight year round
    I don't really mean to sweat it
    but the war been on before they came on your TV and settle
    They don't need lead to shoot ya
    why would a man make a computer to head the future
    I think about it in a weed session
    They said better technology, all I see is regressin
    blew up our buildings in fact [blow us all up]
    but if they live under the sun then them children is black
    'fore the devil get more time I'd rather see the world cease
    hit the afterlife of world peace
    where black men don't die, the women don't cry
    and the little kids get provided for and play in the sky, what

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