Expendable (feat. Jamel)

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Clarence the Kid

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We have been mistreated for more than 300 years
There is blood on these streets, sir
Why are we going to continue being peaceful
When they are killing my brothers and sisters
We are being peaceful, we are on the grass
Why are they here? It is because of them
Why we’re here so why the f*ck are they here, sir
I’m tired of being peaceful
I have lost three brothers to this sir, three
This is not alright, I’m hurt
Am I expendable
Is life contingent on white supremacists with ammo
Relentlessly killing colored people, if I go
Outside will I die? The answer I do not know 
But really it's possible
Shots with no probable cause and no obstacles 
Shea butter skin give permission to follow you 
Moving in silence is cause for somebody to silence you
What is the law gon’ do? Besides murder you 
Or let the murderer go with no logical 
Reason why he’s not responsible
For pulling triggers on innocent black individuals 
It feels impossible, fighting a system that just wants to end your existence
A human diminished into an image of a criminal with bad intentions 
They pull out their weapons
Always shoot first and ask second then go play the victim
And get off with mental illness, self protection, or citizen with suspicion
Man look how we living 
We on a timer, your life could get took any minute
And don’t nobody ever really care until it's trending   
Am I expendable
Damn, this shit is heavy
This shit is heavy
The answer, I don’t know
Everyday could be my last 
So I’m praying my present will end up my past not my ending
I’m so far from finished, but letting me live’s your decision 
I’m begging don’t kill me please
Where will my people go
Damn, this shit is heavy
This shit is heavy
Trapped by your control
Don’t know my value cuz I just see
Media broadcasting images of police
Shooting up people whose skin looks the same as me
And it brings pain to me
Why do they hate on me
Am I expendable
You don’t see my eyes? I’m hurt!
Looking for some peace within myself
Looking for a break from all this shit
When you’re black there’s no vacation time
Everyday’s a battle to fit in 
Everybody wanna keep you out
This world ain’t got no love left for us
This for every Ruby in the south
This for every Rosa on the bus
This for every Michael, Eric, George, Breonna, Alton
Sandra, Trayvon Martin
Regardless of what names are said
By being black we’ve been inside the shoes of all them
The times been tough, the road been hard
But best believe that we’ve been steady making progress
And we will fight, and we won't stop at all
Until the day our sons and daughters are walking 
Free
It’s not okay
America cannot be the land of the free
Until every fucking life is free
Point blank, motherfucking, period

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