Текст пісні Clic - Jabee

Clic

Just put gas in my car until it clicked
I’ma keep telling ya’ll until it clicks
Cotton gin, drain your fingers of the flavor
Bottles sold
And buy a suit that’s tailored
Family fortune grandparents was enslavers
Now your rent too high for us pay it
Your rent high & the weed legalized
Lock up brown folks security maximized
Becky sells weed «oh she trying to help her kids.»
If my sister do it, she gone do a bid
Gentrifying hoods
We the target
They can’t erase what malcom x was to Harlem
You can’t tak what Clara Luper is to me
Use Ellison’s name to mark your streets
That cop gone empty the clip, until it click
He gone ride, I’m gone die for his clique
Just put gas in my car until it clicked
I’m gonna keep telling ya’ll until it clicks
Never understood how u don’t see color
That means u don’t see oppression we was under
I raise my kids to know that they black
Hope they understand it and avoid some of the traps
East side Im trynna find a vibe
Member them days I was trynna find. a job
Everything we got
Compared to everything we not
Not settling
But settle in
And weather shots
Motivated by everything that I’m not
Only payment is everything that I want
So impatient if betters days is upon
Sang that song picking cotton in the sun
Traded whips and bed sheets in for guns
Made a grip trynna reinvest the funds
Cops still killin niggas wher I’m from
My Niggas still killin niggas where from