[Intro: Emeli Sandé]
(Elevated always get it right)
Hmm, hmm-hmm, hmm-hmm, hmm-hmm
Hmm, hmm-hmm, hmm-hmm, hmm-hmm
I've been on my knees
Yeah-yeah, yeah-yeah
I’ve been prayin' on my knees
Prayin' for better days
Oh, ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh, hmm-hmm

[Chorus: Emeli Sandé]
Well, tell me how long shall they kill our prophets?
Martin said he’d been right to the top of mountains
And why is it such a crime being brownskin?
Oh, the old shackles gone, we rising up again

[Verse: Giggs]
I'm up again
Suffered now and suffered then
But fuck it, now it's us and them
Never see me following the fuckin' trends
It's Big Hollow with a couple gems (Yeah)
Socially
Socially distant and emotionally
They know that I'm different and I'm opеnly
In the zone with a differеnce and there's hope for me
Tales from a realionnaire
Fears that another black man’s gonna disappear
Didn’t care about Blacks 'cause they killin’ bare
Goldilocks just broke in, bet they kill a bear
And that's where we're at
Nah, that's where we’ve been and still the facts
That's why we'll never wear your hat
It's weird because they're scared of black
Scared for the brothers
Scared for the mothers, fears gettin' smothered
Tea's in the kitchen
Dreams in the rubbish, fears in the cupboard
Man gettin' rub out, where's all the rubbers?
Man gonna bug out 'cause where's all the others?
Man get the fuck out, swears, then he utters
Nobody's guilty, turns, then he blubbers
I feel it deep
Don't wanna wake up, 'cause I'm still asleep
They got me way stuck, 'cause I'm in the street
I watch the chain flush but I'm skinning teet'
You got your makeup on, you're feeling sweet
You got your lace fronts, or you spin your weave
I watched the birds 'nuff, studying the bees
She may be lightskinned but I love my queens
Car, then I'm bouncin'
Far from announcements, far from announcin'
Calm when I'm pouncin'
It's hard bein' brownskin
Load up the petrol, yes I do mean harm when I douse him
All my kids have got houses
A n***a came far from the housing
Typical
It's a difficult one, yeah, it's difficult
91 Psalm, yeah, it's biblical
How dare you disrespect me with your ridicule
They always tell me that I'm miserable
I'm just a spiritual guy in the physical
It's pitiful times and it's critical
Political guys turn invisible
[Chorus: Emeli Sandé]
Well, tell me how long shall they kill our prophets?
Martin said he'd been right to the top of mountains
And why is it such a crime being brownskin?
Oh, the old shackles gone, we rising up again
Well, tell me how long shall they kill our prophets?
Martin said he'd been right to the top of mountains
And why is it such a crime being brownskin?
Oh, the old shackles gone, we rising up again (Yeah-yeah, yeah-yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)