Portraits

Lyrics

[Intro: Dani] Ooh [Chorus: Dani & GRIP] Portraits in the hall I know you seein' 'em all Got a brother on my chin, Lord Got a sister on a wall Portraits in the hall I know you seein' 'em all Eric Garner on my chest, Sandra Bland on a wall (Uh, uh, uh) [Verse 1: GRIP] See, Mama raised a good nigga, Granny raised a smart kid Sometimes standin' up don't involve standin' up Look what Rosa Parks did Some fights you win with peace, look at Martin Luther King Black man in white chalk, yellow tape all around the shootin' scene Sometimes you gotta strike back, shit, look at Huey P We all fight the same war, it's no them, it's you and me By any means, by any means, take a look at Malcolm X In the midst of this chaos they still choose to rap about the check I seen too many [Chorus: Dani] Portraits in the hall I know you seein' 'em all Got a brother on my chin, Lord Got a sister on a wall Portraits in the hall I know you seein' 'em all Eric Garner on my chest, Sandra Bland on a wall [Verse 2: GRIP] Uh, I got my hands in the air, they shootin' still America's roots reveal; the news conceal Now the boys in blue abuse the shield A lewd appeal for those they choose to kill Show it or lose the views, we snoozin' still, we do for real Abusin' booze and pills to lose the feels of havin' the huge pair of shoes to fill I could never possess the Martin Luther skills Instead, I hit the booth to spill the truth 'Cause truth is truth can heal Food for the soul, put this in your tape deck While you cruise in your Coupe de Ville Forgive the face and loot the real Forced to resort once we jumped off them porches The world is my muse of courses Depicted on my canvas, and man, it's a bloody ass portrait I'm just here to give my portion, I see too many [Chorus: Dani & Kay Nellz] Portraits in the hall I know you seein' 'em all Got a brother on my chin, Lord Got a sister on a wall Portraits in the hall I know you seein' 'em all (Yeah) Eric Garner on my chest, Sandra Bland on a wall [Verse 3: Kay Nellz] Yeah, I hopped off the stoop train to shoot though Promised older bro I'd find a loophole The block is hot, the world is too cold To live or die, the options twofold When the cops out there cock and shoot Got the proof on two phones, watch, the blue code is real They sayin' we should snitch, we tell 'em not to kill Pics of my brown face down and they tell us not to feel when they left 'em in the sun We die when we surrender, we die when we run The narratives the same, "You right, he had a gun" Walter, Garner, Sandra Bland had none So what's it mean to protect and serve us? These United States don't deserve us White's get Miranda's, we get a funeral service It's sad my melanin makes you nervous, it's too many [Chorus: Dani & GRIP] Portraits in the hall I know you seein' 'em all Got a brother on my chin, Lord Got a sister on a wall Portraits in the hall I know you seein' 'em all Eric Garner on my chest, Sandra Bland on a wall Oh, oh