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[Verse 1: Bambu] Bam blllaah Let me get that out the way first I'm trying to grab your focus by the eighth bar of the first verse My son said, "Dad, you mad?" I said, "Yeah, son, I'm fucking pissed Cause I just read some shit about a murdered kid who coulda been a kid You mighta went to school with Might've made some moves with Might've been a fan of daddy's music, now some bullshit Went and put a bullet in 'em, but worse than how they did 'em I'm pissed cause that little kid coulda been you, and God help 'em God forbid some shit should happen, it'd be worse than cartel beef Crazy southeast Asian kids with rockets firin' down your street But nah it's beasts among us We don't need Jesus or brothers We need Mom and Dad and those who's supposed to love us To love us, while the system try an' fuck us Brown people out of justice Cause a free market economy, money, Mayweather duck us Melanin in the mixture, uplift my brothers and sisters Students, workers, and teachers, gangbangers and guerrillas [Chorus] I got you wishin' Wishin' you were brown I got you wishin' You were a darker shade of brown [Verse 2: Bambu] Now you feel me when I do these introductions, I go English first And then I'm going in as best I can and flip that second verse In Tagalog dapat naman pero napuputol ang salita ko Bumalik ako sa Pinas in 2012 walang pinagbago Ang dami nang [?] tinataas ang Makati Pag dumame ang corporacion maghihirap ang ma dadali Pare grabe talaga ang ginawa ni GMA Pinag bili ang ating lupa walang hiya right in our face So pag tumama ang ambon sa bansa ko guha lupa (Para ka talagang politician huh) pero may utak Mula sa ugat, from the struggle, since my mom pushed Smog City's own, first chapter of the last book Same face kissed by Cecilia back in the third grade Same face that cried when she was murdered in the sixth grade That anti-glorifying of a life that took her life Dark truth so when you're wishing you were me, you think twice [Chorus] [? in Tagalog] Wishin' you were brown x3 [Outro: Malcolm X] I will never say that progress is being made If you stick a knife in my back nine inches and pull it out six inches, there's no progress You pull it all the way out, that's not progress The progress is healing the wound that the blow made And they haven't even begun to pull the knife out, much less try to heal the wound They won't even admit the knife is there [Child] One rifle per family