BLESSED ARE THE MEEK

It ain't the time to hide my brother
It's time to be a man
The love you give is mine
It's time to feed our fam

It ain't the time to hide my brother
It's time to be a man
The love you give is mine
It's time to feed our fam

I said: Pitter patter, trickle, drip and boogie to the floor
Thirst for liberation always knocking at my door
I can feel the pressure shifting every time I breathe
See a dark shadow always watching over me

Tracks behind me in the mud trail behind like a python
Dust of the earth cycle 'round like a Dyson
Through the grey mist, see the horns of the sly
But my notes bite their ear in the ring I am Tyson

Better turn the lights on
Grey suit devils got their hands on our rights son
Talking like a gangster, you should see their bodies
Sound like Funk Flex through the night with the strikes going

Sheesh

It ain't the time to hide my brother
It's time to be a man
The love you give is mine
It's time to feed our fam

It ain't the time to hide my brother
It's time to be a man
The love you give is mine
It's time to feed our fam

Said: Shooter, shooter, won't you put down your gun?
The blasts from your tool cannot box with the Son
Or rather point your anger at the billionaire toxic food corporate
The one that made your auntie liver gel and coagulate

Maybe at the magistrate who point you to the coroner
Abusers making ladies unsafe on the corner
Maybe at the candidate who's blaming on the foreigner
Anybody but your own brother, we need more of us
They be taking scores of us
Pander to the colour for the vote, they so sure of us
Cards in their hand and they stingy with the trade
Then blatantly villainise the jokers that they made

It ain't the time to hide my brother
It's time to be a man
The love you give is mine
It's time to feed our fam

It ain't the time to hide my brother
It's time to be a man
The love you give is mine
It's time to feed our fam