Lyrics: Brent Jackson
Music: Brent Jackson
Dangerous times
What you got lose?
If it don't come your way
It's never fazed by you
Coming up for air
There's a storm outside
And it's come for you
When the war arrives
What will you do?
Coming' up for air
Been chasin after respiration and I think I found it
My people need some reparations ain't no way around It
I'm from a town where they be clownin, sittin down and so I'm frownin, rollin up a ****in pound it's either that or drowning
I'm swimming toward the surface feet first
In a black and white "I can't breathe" T shirt
Before you make assumptions you should do your research
Before you listen you should prolly take a seat first
Hit me on my beeper, for the one time
It's ya nigga B feelin free like the lunch line
I could cry, cry because my lungs dry
But it's much too fun making sunshine
Coming up for air