N.B.S. and Snowgoons - We're All Equal (Trapped In America) w/ Lyrics

N.B.S. and Snowgoons - We're All Equal (Trapped In America) w/ Lyrics
From the upcoming album "Trapped In America"

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Mix & Mastering: J. S. Kuster (Snowgoons)

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N.B.S. & Snowgoons - "We're All Equal" (Lyrics)

Flash:

Yo, over here lil soldier, I'll show you the way

I know the worlds getting colder, we fading away;

I was only 14, a boy with a dream and wanted bubble gum

But this white woman thought I was trouble some

Told the other ones and got me kidnapped, kicked, slapped

Punched bats, hips, back was lit

It hurts when I reminisce

Came and took me out the house into a pick up truck

Then they took me out of the truck started hitting stuff

Stripped me naked to send a massage,

Barb wire round my neck with a fan connected;

I was shot in head kicked in the river,

My face was decomposed, my pictures will make you quiver

But up here man I swear he delivered, because I'm good as new

No guns wounds my face is in tac, and I ain't got a bruise

By the way my names Emmet Til, in 55 it was ill,

So many years later they're hating us still

I see injustice and this shit is for real,

To see them get away with murder

And discard how you feel

I pray we go a little further just to even the deal;

Let's us reverse the times and put you out on those fields

Say you're 3/5 of a man, and your existing to fail;

Tell you your better off, dead or in jail,

Over 50 years ago, and still nothing changed,

But I'm still praying for justice forever will live my name


Knuckles Chorus:

What happened to the land of the free home of the brave,

It's more like the land of the thieves, and home of the slaves,

it's evil, it's not a black or white thing cause we're all people,

Made by the same creator so we're all equal!


Flash Chorus:

You're the blame for the kids getting shot,

You're the blame for your thoughts

You're the blame for the glocks on block

You're to blame, you the politician

You're to blame for the laws

You're a problem & cause


Knuckles Verse:

I'm Michael Brown

What up Emmit, remember Big said sky's the limit,

And if not I never guessed this early I'd be in it,

I heard about u, but y they label us the menace,

U were hard to identify even by the dentist (sorry emmit), ur story hit where it hurts,

Just knowing growing up as a black kid's a gift and a curse,

In America, it's like u either rich or u dirt,

And we were treated worse than dogs Then ur pics on a shirt, (dam)

I just needed some blunts I didn't have money,

I asked the owner 4 credit he always acts funny,

So yeah I took some cigarellos why he blast 4 me, And leave me in the street laying like a Crash dummy,

Growing up I used to dream I wasn't that hungry,

And if we'd have the same evils in a Black Country,

He made me bleed, had me down on my kneese my hands up screaming please officer don't Sqeeze,

But indeed Darren Wilson pulled that trigger with ease,

And left my family to grieve, I wasn't ready to leave,

He was a coward bro, i laid dead in the streets 4 hours bro,

Blood spilling out of my head the scene was powerful,

from the start the racist shit hasnt stopped,

They got there clips to the top,

These cops are ready to pop,

So I jus hope we died for our people, and something changes in this world of evil,

we were all created equal!


Knuckles Chorus:

What happened to the land of the free home of the brave,

It's more like the land of the thieves, and home of the slaves,

it's evil, it's not a black or white thing cause we're all people,

Made by the same creator so we're all equal!


Flash Chorus:

You're the blame for the kids getting shot,

You're the blame for your thoughts

You're the blame for the glocks on block

You're to blame, you the politician

You're to blame for the laws

You're a problem & cause, when will the people listen