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  • Текст песни Lupe Fiasco - Ayesha Says

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    Hijabs, hoodies, afros, locks
    Teddy bear, liquor bottle shrines, rocks
    Tanks, prayer rugs, church pews, Mexican corn stands
    Blood, sweat, and tears, police batons
    Gas masks and bullets create graffiti on corners

    Murals that salute freedom or death for liberty
    Be it Inglewood or Egypt, Bedstuy or Baghdad
    Syria or Liberia, the west bank or the west side of Chicago
    Where food and liquor stores still occupy the block
    While police and community watchmen justify why they shot
    Emmit Till and Malice Green, Rekia Boyd and Trayvon Martin
    Better not wear that hoodie while shopping for a carton
    Or whatever they sellin’ in your food desert
    Cause your soul is dessert and will be dissected and consumed
    On the Fox evening news while we sing the blues
    The new Jim Crow caged bird sings
    Cause he’s tired of occupying his misery and of our marching
    He wanna fly to a higher consciousness
    But his school on academic probation
    They gave him medicine, diagnosed him with a felony and mental retardation
    So he refuses to cease the firin’, nobody’s hirin’
    In Illinois, 67 is the new age when you retirin’
    Class lines have blurred, those who used to have, have not
    Pensions bein’ snatched
    Those who never have keep their hands stretched
    Social services being cut
    Sterilization clinics giving out pills to numb the womb
    Young girls referring to their vaginas as tombs
    Thinkin’ protests are temporary and trendy
    Well rock a t-shirt and carry a poster
    And two weeks later it’s back to normal
    But they say times are changin’
    The revolution is becoming second nature, causes are combining
    People carrying torches, hope burning from their hands
    Attaching explosive devices ‘cause they keep stealing their lands
    In the name of freedom

    Hijabs, hoodies, afros, locks
    Teddy bear, liquor bottle shrines, rocks
    Tanks, prayer rugs, church pews, Mexican corn stands
    Blood, sweat, and tears, police batons
    Gas masks and bullets create graffiti on corners

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