HER-ERA
• Written by Ibtrill
(Verse starts at 0:10)
It's a whole new worrrldddddd (in the makin')!/
I got the ground shakin', earth quakin'./
Hibernated so sorry if I'm late and,/
bakin' on the job,/
but it gets hard in these streets./
In DC, I'm trynna keep the peace./
Two fingers to the police,/
But all these wanna do is frisk me./
'Cause my skin color got me lookin' risky./
But I ain't scared, I'm better prepared,/
The shits not fair for my people./
Part two of racism: the sequel./
I mean, will we ever be equal?/
Livin' peaceful? Like the monks in the steeples?/
That's where I wanna be,/
Surrounded by marijuana trees./
Visualizing my profound destiny./
If you need clarity,/
Sit down for a lesson, G./
Pay attention to these bars, please./
They don't come, any sicker,/
Salmonella, the common cold can't get any iller./
You beg to differ?/
Niggah, take a look in the mirror./
Zippin' up ya zipper,./
I ain't no hooker or a stripper,/
I'm a Miss, sir./
If you don't understand man, then you'll miss her./
And be stuck at your sister's.../
(Fade off)
Stuck at your sister's....
Bars, niggah...
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Ibtrill
Member since August 7 2014