Swing Blue, Sweat Black

Laquan

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    Swing it
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    [ VERSE 1: Laquan ]
    Swing blue and sweat black a massive strain is on my brain
    400 years of pain are flowing through my veins
    The fight is for glory, the cause is mandatory
    Stress, strife, the price you pay in life
    Heads rattle between a skin battle
    Purpose is worthless, hell met the surface
    Earthly desires have kept you spiritually dead
    Look beyond and your starving soul is fed
    Some have strayed from Afrocentric ways
    On a never ending quest for better days
    Many sin, peace is made within
    No time to spare, the clock continues to spin
    I have a question, why test a
    Brother who can still feel the pain of his ancestors?
    (Stand up) Pledge of allegiance, of what?
    Burn the flag, system is unjust
    Shocked, your mouth dropped, you wonder why I said that
    Swing blue and sweat black

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    [ VERSE 2: Laquan ]
    Seeking survival in a world of wickedness
    Whether so-called good or hypocrites
    Gotta defend the home I descend
    Frighten my color might cover when blend
    Times are tough, can't give up, I'm livin in mud
    Divine truth only comes through flesh and blood
    Must survive in the jungle of concrete
    The zone where the wicked enslave the meek
    Enemies suffer, disciples prevail
    We shall now be the head, no longer the tail
    My providence is purified guidance, spiritually
    So what if you don't dance as long as you're hearin me
    Rhythmic influence with a mental contact
    Swing blue and sweat black

    Swing it
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    [ VERSE 3: Laquan ]
    Blood shed, a young brother lies dead
    He was shot by cop the other night
    He didn't pack a gun or knife
    He didn't stop when the cops said "freeze!" and lost his life
    Tears flood his mother's eyes, she wonders why
    Skin is the reason her son died
    Death is death, in any case it's still sin
    Why must the system use death as discipline
    When will this color war come to an end
    And do the good still always win?
    Hell is on Earth, we gotta work, I mean break our back
    Swing blue and sweat black

    Swing it
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    Composición: Bret Epic Mazur y Richard Wolf

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