It’s Hard

Lyrics

[Intro: Emeli Sandé] (Elevated always get it right) Hmm, hmm-hmm, hmm-hmm, hmm-hmm Hmm, hmm-hmm, hmm-hmm, hmm-hmm I've been on my knees Yeah-yeah, yeah-yeah I've been prayin' on my knees Prayin' for better days Oh, ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh, hmm-hmm [Chorus: Emeli Sandé] Well, tell me how long shall they kill our prophets? Martin said he'd been right to the top of mountains And why is it such a crime being brownskin? Oh, the old shackles gone, we rising up again [Verse: Giggs] I'm up again Suffered now and suffered then But fuck it, now it's us and them Never see me following the fuckin' trends It's Big Hollow with a couple gems (Yeah) Socially Socially distant and emotionally They know that I'm different and I'm opеnly In the zone with a differеnce and there's hope for me Tales from a realionnaire Fears that another black man's gonna disappear Didn't care about Blacks 'cause they killin' bare Goldilocks just broke in, bet they kill a bear And that's where we're at Nah, that's where we've been and still the facts That's why we'll never wear your hat It's weird because they're scared of black Scared for the brothers Scared for the mothers, fears gettin' smothered Tea's in the kitchen Dreams in the rubbish, fears in the cupboard Man gettin' rub out, where's all the rubbers? Man gonna bug out 'cause where's all the others? Man get the fuck out, swears, then he utters Nobody's guilty, turns, then he blubbers I feel it deep Don't wanna wake up, 'cause I'm still asleep They got me way stuck, 'cause I'm in the street I watch the chain flush but I'm skinning teet' You got your makeup on, you're feeling sweet You got your lace fronts, or you spin your weave I watched the birds 'nuff, studying the bees She may be lightskinned but I love my queens Car, then I'm bouncin' Far from announcements, far from announcin' Calm when I'm pouncin' It's hard bein' brownskin Load up the petrol, yes I do mean harm when I douse him All my kids have got houses A nigga came far from the housing Typical It's a difficult one, yeah, it's difficult 91 Psalm, yeah, it's biblical How dare you disrespect me with your ridicule They always tell me that I'm miserable I'm just a spiritual guy in the physical It's pitiful times and it's critical Political guys turn invisible [Chorus: Emeli Sandé] Well, tell me how long shall they kill our prophets? Martin said he'd been right to the top of mountains And why is it such a crime being brownskin? Oh, the old shackles gone, we rising up again Well, tell me how long shall they kill our prophets? Martin said he'd been right to the top of mountains And why is it such a crime being brownskin? Oh, the old shackles gone, we rising up again (Yeah-yeah, yeah-yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)