Furlough

Lyrics
This ain't just a dream Traffic jams in my bloodstream Standing by the water, river blowing off that steam This ain't text my friend, it will listen back to me As I sing the story Rooted in my family tree I know you ain't ready For some things you 'bout to see 'Cause time got me here wishing I'm not where I'm supposed to be Black music in America began As the African drummer beat and plantation song Ignored and been suppressed by white culture Today, as the black man has moved Into every sphere of American life His music has become the dominant music of all the land Make you wonder why? Don't you sympathize We was gonna fly ? Don't listen to the lies Look up at the skies The stars are shooting high Time is flying by Set me free Everydays a sorrow It's a cycle that we breed There's always tomorrow 'Cause our parents always next to me (?) How we get so deep Deep in all the shit be Someone's gotta lose Just so someone else can win I know that I will go though That's just how my (?) The mistakes that I made Displayed through these picture frames Kids in all the states Make you wonder why? Don't you sympathize We was gonna fly ? Don't listen to the lies Look up at the skies The stars are shooting high Time is flying by
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Credits
- Writers
- DJ Harrison