Sick of Cryin’

Lyrics

[Intro: Leon Bridges] One man is [?] It was all [?] [Verse 1: Leon Bridges] Unrest in the city, war in the city, pain in the city Blood on the ground, but Yahweh's watchin' on high So, if the wall breaks, don't trip You should've seen it comin' from a million miles Poison from your lips Fed up from the days of just letting it slide Don't hit me with the steel 'Cause my skin is black as tar It ain't far from the real, real [Verse 2: D Smoke] Piss poor with problems, 'bout the pickpocket people And my peace pipe ain't hot, why they preaching peace by the steeple Yeah, we practice precaution Cause we peep how they peelin' Capturе blacks 'til they fascinated We sing why wе grievin' Mama-se, mama-sa Word to Michael we dangerous Run home if you're scared of problems, can't dodge em, we angels Evitando la muerte, esperando el cielo We ain't frownin' we black and brown and we crowned with that yellow [Bridge: Leon Bridges & D Smoke] Unrest in the city (Unrest) War in the city (It's war) Pain in the city (Pain) Blood on the ground [Verse 2: D Smoke] They poisoned our organizations Turned men to boys, instigated Wars on our land with the Navy Blue or your wet in red laces You should be proud to rock darker hue And embrace it I love the skin that I'm in And I look like God when I'm naked Ask my wife [Refrain: Leon Bridges] 'Cause my skin is black as tar It ain't far from the real, real [Outro: Leon Bridge] So if the wall breaks don't trip You shoulda seen it coming from a million mile Poison from your lips Fed up from the days of just letting it slide Don't hit me with the steel 'Cause my skin is black as tar It ain't far from the real, real