Terrace Martin – Sick of Cryin’ Lyrics

 

Sick of Cryin’ Lyrics Terrace Martin

Sick of Cryin’ Lyrics

 

Sick of Cryin’ Lyrics by Terrace Martin (feat. D Smoke & Leon Bridges)

 

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 shoulda seen it coming from a million mile
Poison from your lips
Fed up with 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 to pick pocket 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 till 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 ’em, we 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

‘Cause my skin is 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