Marceon Jacobs - The Ppl Lyrics

You an I know
You ain bout that talking
All on the cam
Doing all that talking
Marching outside
Yeah we out here walking
At your front step
We ain playing about talking
Four hundred plus years
Pass the oppression
Walking on egg shells
Done half steppin
Hate me for what
Your integrity in question
All cause of color
Being black is blessings
My skin color makes me
Three fifths of man
According to yall saying
But racism makes you
Less than a man
F*ck is yall saying
We eat the same
We breath the same
We bleed the same
Things got to change
Dont your forgiveness
You dont feel my pain
Of my ppls in streets
Being killed for change
Bruised an battered
Been beat to the bone
Why cant my ppl
Be left alone
Raiding our house
Being killed on our homes
Foot on our necks
Being killed in these streets
Callings us thugs
When we fighting for peace
Our ancestors walked
So we all could be free
Fighting your wars
So their blood in these streets
An you pressed bout a flag
That mean nothing me
When we all ain equal
Power to the ppl
I'll scream till we equal
Um black man
Living in a foreign land
Built of the backs
Of all of my ppls
This racial divid
Has parted the tides
Behind that flag
You can no longer hide
From the ashes we rise
As one unified
Angel's watching over me
As they sing from the skies