Meek Mill - Stay Woke (with Lyrics & Subtitles)
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Meek Mill - Stay Woke (en) Lyrics
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How I keep from goin' under?
It's like a jungle outside
Sometimes I wonder how I
keep from goin' under
We scream, "Black Lives Matter,
" but we still toting ladders
Watching our own brothers
trying to get at us
Dreams get shattered when
a scene full of crackers
And they charge you with
some shit you ain't do
You like, "what happened?"
We go get lawyers to say shit,
we don't know how to talk
They told us to hate each other
before we learn how to walk
Mama taught you how to fight,
fight, before she taught
you how to write, right
And daddy locked down in the cell,
can't kiss you night, night
Monsters under the bed every night,
feel like it's fright night
Coke fumes in the air, mama
holding on that pipe tight
And you catchin' contact,
but never mind that
In a world where Black is wrong and
white right, it's like a combat
We go to war for our freedom,
they say we equal
I used to wanna play like
Randall and be an Eagle
I used to play the quarterback,
my dog would go receiver
That was 'til the ball got flat by
a dope needle on the pavement
It's amazin', this environment
we was raised in
On them papers, one mistake
and I'm gettin' caged in
You gotta feel me, feel like
the system tryna kill me
Got arrested and the charges F1 for
popping wheelies, stay woke
It was designed for us to fail
We still prevail through the hell
Yeah, can you believe it?
We're still undefeated
Though it was designed for us to lose
We'll still make it through,
nothing's impossible
Can you believe it? We're
still undefeated
Picture me ten years younger
with some tats on my face
Takin' a bunch of Xannys with
the strap on my waist
Pointin' it at the camera like
mama ain't teach me manners
Tryna see mo' bills like I'm
headed to Alabama, no, wait
I can't judge them, I'm just
trying to understand them
'Cause I used to pop Percs,
pourin' purple in my Fanta
Had me swerving in my Phantom like
I'm runnin' from my dreams
I was headed for the slammer,
I was plantin' all the seed
For them to bury me, I had
my whole family mad at me
Fell deep in love with the
game and it married me
Judge said, "I'll give you a chance,
just don't embarrass me"
Motivatin' these little niggas
is like a charity
Community service even though
they knew we was workin'
They did this to me on purpose, 'cause
I ain't movin' too perfect
I stay away from them clowns, watch
how I move through the circus
'Cause they be weighing you down,
even some of them dudes
in your circle, stay woke
Though it's designed for
us to fail, yeah
We still prevail through
the hell, yeah
Nothing, nothing, nothing's
impossible, no
How can I pledge allegiance
to the flag
When they killin' all our
sons, all our dads?
I come from a place, when you kill
your own brother you can brag
Like he got bodies, but that's
a fad, no, that's a fact
I'm screamin' out at your corner,
nigga, that's a trap
Screamin' out at your homie,
nigga, that's a rat
Catch a case with him, bet he crack
The odds against you and they
double stacked, stay woke
Bought my mom a new crib, that's
some gangster shit
Niece and nephews walking around
wearing minks and shit
Kept the hood motivated,
this the thanks I get?
Try to Ja Rule the kid
on some Wanksta shit
But that's impossible 'cause
I'm unstoppable
The label can't drop me,
nigga, I'm too valuable
You thought I would lose but
I won and that bothered you
Still movin' 'round in Philly
just like the mobsters do
When I talked to Em and Hov, they
said, "I'm proud of you
You stood tall back when
everyone doubted you"
My reply is, "I did what I gotta do
And I need that verse 'fore
you retire too"
Jumping all the obstacles,
I'm way too wavy
Said I would lose boy
you way too crazy
Pick and choose either fame or the
money, fame will make you crazy
And the money will make them bad
bitches say, "Thank you, baby"
You're welcome
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