文本歌词

Sick of Cryin' - Terrace Martin/Leon Bridges/D Smoke
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'
Capture blacks 'til they fascinated
We sing why we grievin'
Mama-se mama-sa
Word to Michael we dangerous
Run home if you're scared
Of problems can't dodge 'emwe 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
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