Songtext Sick of cryin' Terrace Martin

Sick of cryin'

One man is [?]
It was all [?]

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 should've seen it comin' from a million miles
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

Piss poor with problems, 'bout the pickpocket 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'
Captur? blacks 'til they fascinated
We sing why w? grievin'
Mama-se, mama-sa
Word to Michael we dangerous
Run home if you're scared of problems, can’t dodge em, we angels
Evitando 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