Under the Stars

Breez Evahflowin’ & John Robinson & L.I.F.E. Long - Rap
Under the Stars
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Duration: 4:22
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Breez Evahflowin' ft. L.I.F.E. Long and John Robinson - "Under the Stars" [Emcee(s): Breez Evahflowin', L.I.F.E. Long, and John Robinson] [Producer(s): DJ Static] [Intro: Breez Evahflowin'] Yo. Yo (Let me get this straight), yo, yo (Yeah) [Verse 1: Breez Evahflowin'] They fought The Mexican. Then they fought their own Now they're found in bronze up on top of stone In a square, saying, "Where all of this has gone?" Some revere, some swear at the plaque that you sits upon Of course, this is dependent on political discourse At times, you dismissed. At times, it's pitchforks Causes and rallies from the Shenandoah Valley to Cali Where supporters could still tally as much as the Gold Rush Ayyo, hold up. God didn't tell you to control us Your open ears start to close up, but breathe easy 'cause Your values are in line with the demented mind that now control us The tactician need Not respond, just assess the situation Observe when something's did a successful integration Sat in on a million kinds of conversations Black, white giving type tight size denomination You've seen love, seen hate, seen love break Hate, seen hate break people with cause These are people who believe in their cause. You might not even Believe anymore from the time that you spent Under the stars [Verse 2: L.I.F.E. Long] Is that The Dawn Express and the Statue of Liberty? In fact, history shows your foundation On negativity. Hate-driven society Birthed in a racist century where ignorance Dominated. They keep sparking acts of bigotry Those officers being praised fought to continue slavery While waving flags of Confederacy, not promoting Democracy. Blue Klux Klan affiliates all about That white supremacy. Now you want me to honor those Against my ancestry? Please. Let Babylon And its evils, cultures burn down. False prophets Not worthy of royalty, don't deserve crowns No accolades, accommodations given for taking L's Why should we uplift Confederate racists? Rebel? No love for hateful crusades spawned from Hell With the horrifying story of genocide to tell [Verse 3: John Robinson] In Amerikkka, most-wanted, ghost-haunted. Don't Flaunt it. No honest broke promises of freedom Still keep our domes free, off-the-top lifestyle Maneuvering through Star-Spangled, trying not to get tangled down Feed the babies strict knowledge in the form of hip sonics Dishonest, devilish men? That's why he spit knowledge False Declaration Proclaiming my Emancipation Screaming, "Don't shoot! No!" Still got my hands up, waiting My soul's aching from trying to be patient, and withholding My protesting statements from all these brutal arrangements That's why we make a call to the ancients: for guidance and Protection in these times so forsaken. My people Awaken, visualize a space and time That's safe from crime. Go 'head, shape your mind To a peace that we could barely fathom but definitely deserve To have when you fill in the blanks and read the captions like: [Outro: Sample from [?]] Monuments are not about history. These monuments are about hatred, and we need to make that very clear. And I just want to bring up a point, just to show you how history repeats itself, even when history is [?]. Takiya Thompson, the person who took down this Confederate statue, who was a part of it, she was arrested. Now let me tell you something. And Durham, North Carolina is my hometown. But hold on! DeAndre! DeAndre Harris! Nobody has yet to be arrested for it. But the person who took down the... y'all were quick to arrest this woman. But we have, on video, six people—eight people—beating up DeAndre Harris and no one has been arrested. We have a problem—our society has a problem—and if you don't believe it, look at what has happened after these events. I'm upset. I'm sorry, I just can't deal with this. I can't deal because it's too much. It's too much, and we allow this to happen, and it's not right
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Credits
- Writers
- Breez Evahflowin’
- L.I.F.E. Long
- John Robinson