Fast Lane Songtext
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Fast Lane Songtext
You took the fast lane just to ease the pain
All the days just feel the same
Tears stained on your face
Everything just eats away at you
There′s a war outside, you better pay it all mind
Yeah, you better pay it all mind
Freedom of speech been breached, it's gonna die
From a pig boy acting real fly with a nine
Everybody done cried for the black child
No out of sight with your lies, shine the black light
There′s a generational hatred that's bigger than us
Why don't we break it to see who the real criminals was
My homies stay strapped just in case a pig wanna bust
In Amerikkka, yeah, no system to trust
Facist leaders killing natives through all they lust
Come on, let′s bring the power back to us, don′t take the fast lane
You took the fast lane just to ease the pain
All the days they feel the same
Blood stained on your face
Everything just eats away at you
Now what they teaching?
And what you breathing? (Nothing)
The blood is seeping right through these walls they be keeping
Are you really seeing?
The hell that you eating?
This under your nose, it took you this long to believe it?
Systematically beaten, but I ain't defeated
And we ain′t retreating, four centuries unsweetened, Jesus
Slavery in a new year
Burning down the house when an enemy near
But you can fortify your living, refuge all here
The refuge all here
The fast lane
It goes, it
It be the smartest ones, bro
It be the smartest ones
The ones that get in the best programs
The richest parents
Got the best everything, who wanna sit here and
Complain about black people not wanting to not die
You have the whole world at your feet
You have the whole world resting at your feet
Like catering to you
And you get mad when black people wanna fight for their life
When your life isn't even at risk
Your lives are at risk now
′Cause at this point, it's liberty or death
That′s what that is, 'cause, I'm not
There′s no more of this reasoning nonsense
You know, ′cause for some reason
When we try to give y'all the facts
Y′all wanna bring up another fact
That's not even a fact
Like, y′all be coming up with crap
Y'all be coming up with straight crap, and that′s not even cool
Like, that's sick!
All the days just feel the same
Tears stained on your face
Everything just eats away at you
There′s a war outside, you better pay it all mind
Yeah, you better pay it all mind
Freedom of speech been breached, it's gonna die
From a pig boy acting real fly with a nine
Everybody done cried for the black child
No out of sight with your lies, shine the black light
There′s a generational hatred that's bigger than us
Why don't we break it to see who the real criminals was
My homies stay strapped just in case a pig wanna bust
In Amerikkka, yeah, no system to trust
Facist leaders killing natives through all they lust
Come on, let′s bring the power back to us, don′t take the fast lane
You took the fast lane just to ease the pain
All the days they feel the same
Blood stained on your face
Everything just eats away at you
Now what they teaching?
And what you breathing? (Nothing)
The blood is seeping right through these walls they be keeping
Are you really seeing?
The hell that you eating?
This under your nose, it took you this long to believe it?
Systematically beaten, but I ain't defeated
And we ain′t retreating, four centuries unsweetened, Jesus
Slavery in a new year
Burning down the house when an enemy near
But you can fortify your living, refuge all here
The refuge all here
The fast lane
It goes, it
It be the smartest ones, bro
It be the smartest ones
The ones that get in the best programs
The richest parents
Got the best everything, who wanna sit here and
Complain about black people not wanting to not die
You have the whole world at your feet
You have the whole world resting at your feet
Like catering to you
And you get mad when black people wanna fight for their life
When your life isn't even at risk
Your lives are at risk now
′Cause at this point, it's liberty or death
That′s what that is, 'cause, I'm not
There′s no more of this reasoning nonsense
You know, ′cause for some reason
When we try to give y'all the facts
Y′all wanna bring up another fact
That's not even a fact
Like, y′all be coming up with crap
Y'all be coming up with straight crap, and that′s not even cool
Like, that's sick!
Writer(s): Emmanuel Buachie Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com