2020 Riots: How Many Times

Album: Back Home (2020)
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  • Hmm
    I just gotta get some things off my chest
    Tough times, I hope y'all holdin' up
    We gon' be aight 'cause we always is
    But I'm feelin' like this

    How many mothers have to cry?
    How many brothers gotta die?
    How many more times?
    How many more times?
    How many more marches?
    How many more signs?
    How many more lives?
    How many more times?

    Take a look around, can you see it now?
    Don't be colorblind, 'cause when they're killin' mine
    They'll try to justify it
    Oh, each and every time
    Playin' in a park, takin' your jog
    Sittin' on the couch, in your own house
    Never seem to matter what we do
    You think we don't matter, but we do
    You got a problem, 'cause the city on fire
    But you quiet when niggas die
    Let the soul up out that body that we buried
    You with God now you no longer have to worry
    It's so hard to sing these words out loud
    All these beautiful, precious black lives
    Lost in the name of senseless white pride
    Tears fallin' from my eyes

    How many mothers have to cry?
    How many brothers gotta die?
    How many more times?
    How many more times?
    How many more marches?
    How many more signs?
    How many more lives?
    How many more times?

    Tell me how can you be quiet?
    You know the language of the unheard, is a riot
    All we ever see from you is violence (true)
    You know you ain't no better if you silent
    You talking 'bout the city on fire (oh, oh)
    Where your rage when my people die?
    We ain't slaves, let my people fly (oh, yeah)
    Now it's time, watch my people rise

    How many mothers have to cry? (Ooh, how?)
    How many brothers gotta die? (Ooh, how?)
    How many more times? (Ooh, how?)
    How many more times? (How many times?)
    How many more marches? (Ooh, how?)
    How many more signs? (Ooh, how?)
    How many more lives? (Ooh, how?)
    How many more times? (How many times?)

    How many mothers have to cry? (Tell me? Ooh, how?)
    How many brothers gotta die? (Tell me? Ooh, how?)
    How many more times? (Oh no, ooh, how?)
    How many more times? (How many times?)
    How many more marches? (All across the world, ooh, how?)
    How many more signs? (Whoa, oh, oh, ooh, how?)
    How many more lives? (Shame I gotta ask, ooh, how?)
    How many more times? (How many times?)

    I'll leave you with that (yes, yeah) Writer/s: Tremaine Neverson, Troy Oliver, Troy Taylor
    Publisher: Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
    Lyrics licensed and provided by LyricFind

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