Sick of Cryin'

[Intro: Leon Bridges]

One man is [?]

It was all [?]

[Verse 1: Leon Bridges]

Unrest in the city, war in the city, pain in the city

Blood on the ground, but Yahweh's watchin' on high

So, if the wall breaks, don't trip

You should've seen it comin' from a million miles

Poison from your lips

Fed up from the days of just letting it slide

Don't hit me with the steel

'Cause my skin is black as tar

It ain't far from the real, real

[Verse 2: D Smoke]

Piss poor with problems, 'bout the pickpocket people

And my peace pipe ain't hot, why they preaching peace by the steeple

Yeah, we practice precaution

Cause we peep how they peelin'

Capturе blacks 'til they fascinated

We sing why wе grievin'

Mama-se, mama-sa

Word to Michael we dangerous

Run home if you're scared of problems, can’t dodge em, we angels

Evitando la muerte, esperando el cielo

We ain't frownin' we black and brown and we crowned with that yellow

[Bridge: Leon Bridges & D Smoke]

Unrest in the city (Unrest)

War in the city (It's war)

Pain in the city (Pain)

Blood on the ground

[Verse 2: D Smoke]

They poisoned our organizations

Turned men to boys, instigated

Wars on our land with the Navy

Blue or your wet in red laces

You should be proud to rock darker hue

And embrace it

I love the skin that I’m in

And I look like God when I’m naked

Ask my wife

[Refrain: Leon Bridges]

'Cause my skin is black as tar

It ain't far from the real, real

[Outro: Leon Bridge]

So if the wall breaks don't trip

You shoulda seen it coming from a million mile

Poison from your lips

Fed up from the days of just letting it slide

Don't hit me with the steel

'Cause my skin is black as tar

It ain't far from the real, real