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Ahmed, With Love. - Pebbles. lyrics

Artist: Ahmed, With Love.

album: Pebbles.


Don't throw stones in glass houses (Nah)
And don't throw rocks and black brilliance
I get tonnes of flak, I get millions
Um, that's only matched by resilience
Golly he should keep it real quiet, they might kill him
The guards see an unknown teen, they might drill him
The guards see an unknown teen, they might drill him
(Oh damn, oh...)
Fuck!
The skin of my kin will be crimson to bulls, um
And the welts on my back don't get mentioned in schools
I take shots where no triggers get pulled
And you can't say the same
Nobody here will be fooled
I was out here to get food (Yep)
Tryna get stoned (Ooh)
Dodging the stones that you threw
At a youth
Known as me in my trackies
The feeling of pebbles was soft
To the branding of blackie
(Um)
Why you calling me that?
I was going home, brother.
Why'd you follow me back?
(Kinda suss)
It's a simple question
God forbid I was a teen in The States where they asnwer that
With a Smith & Wesson
And audacity to say they was messing (Facts)
People get drilled and their blood is the dressing
So i got some qualms that be needing adressing
(On God) It's opressive
(On Jah) It's depressing
All my buttons, they pushing and pressing and squeezing
They had him on the floor wheezing
Eight whole minutes forty-six seconds man, Jesus
(My Lord)
2020 now we lynching, huh?
(Lynching, huh?)
Siochana got us flinching, huh?
(Flinching, huh?)
You think you tryna catch me slipping?
Nah, nah, nah
Don't throw stones in glass houses, nah
And don't throw rock at black brilliance, nah
Don't throw stones at black houses, nah
And don't throw rocks at black business
I got tonnes of flak, I got millions...
That's only matched by resilience
Golly he should keep him real quiet, they might kill him...
Shhhhhhhhhhhh
Quiet
If you listen up
You can hear the riot
Voices all together like they singing for the choir
It's the fuel to feed the fire
It's the moment we admire
Never tire
Keeping up the work
We don't retire
Can't ignore it now
Their open eye and ears are wired
Time for being quiet ain't the
Time that we desire
Say you piece, never cease
Sing it higher, sing it higher
If my black life matters
Why do black guys scatter?
When I check my status
Why are black lives splattered?
In direct provision
Got them black lives shattered
And you know the truth so why you hide the facts like that?
Are you ashamed of yourself?
Take a stance, fight back
I'm getting close to throwing hands
And swinger back like batters
(God Damn!)
And I'm usually quite mild mannered
So like
Please
Don't throw stones in glass houses
And don't throw rocks at black brilliance
I get tonnes of flak
I get millions
That's only matched by resilience
Golly they should keep it real quiet, they might kill him
Guards see an unknown teen an-
An-and you know the rest
(I'm tired of my black men
And my black women being shot
Being killed by the NYPD
I'm tired of it
I have three black men in my home
I'm tired
I am tired)

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