King’s Nightmare

By GRIP

On Porch

Released on December 6, 2017

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[Intro]

Fuck it

Uh


[Chorus]

Where do thoughts go at night?

Do they drift towards the dark or the light?

Am I the only one that sees him right there?

Boogeyman don't fight fair, this is the king's nightmare

A slight stare'll give the young boy white hair, it's frightenin'! (Uh)

Can you survive 'til the night ends? Aight then (Uh)


[Verse 1]

Another black sister weeps, as blood fills the cracks in the streets

Clan of white men wrapped in some sheets, but we fight back with hashtags, the snaps, and the tweets, weak

I'm rappin' this week, so if they kill me the next, I'll always be a ghost trapped in the beats

2016, they still lynchin', policе killin' us, we pay for they pension

Tax dollars, in Amеrica what's it mean to be a black scholar?

Please don't discriminate, they'll still leave you absent minded

Do we leave our absence behind it?

TV screen full of distractions, we blinded

Radio shallow, all we wanna do is turn up

Pick a nigga for the barbecue to burn up

You gotta noose on your neck so don't leak

A nightmare, the scary thing is we ain't sleep, sheesh


[Chorus]

Where do thoughts go at night?

Do they drift towards the dark or the light?

Am I the only one that sees him right there?

Boogeyman don't fight fair, this is the king's nightmare

A slight stare'll give the young boy white hair, it's frightenin'!

Can you survive 'til the night ends? Aight then


[Verse 2]

AK, SK, you want revenge?

This the best way, let's play

Fuck around and let the TEC spray

A culture abiding by ghetto justice

Addicted to violence and music that lack substance

Fourty ounce of Newports, marijuana, and dutches

No reluctance to use our skin colour as crutches

Racial profile 'cause you fall deep in the Cutlass

But you can never drive out of the reach of their clutches

No repercussions for their actions

We got to take this shit upon ourselves

Put differences aside and grab your burner off the shelf

And if your neighbour short-handed, lend 'em some ammo (Uh)

If we unite then we too much for them to handle

That there is America's biggest fear

But we been helpin' 'em kill us off for years

We can break the chains once and for all, and get us free

But I'd rather kill a man the same colour as me, sheesh


[Chorus]

Where do thoughts go at night?

Do they steer towards the dark of the light?

Am I the only one that sees him right there?

Boogeyman don't fight fair, this is the king's nightmare

A slight stare'll give the young boy white hair, it's frightenin'! (Uh)

Can you survive 'til the night ends? Aight then