On “Heartbeat,” Kemba explores the rising number of Black people killed by police in the US.
This song arrived just after the death of Philando Castile, who was gunned down by a police officer during a routine traffic stop.
Pt. I
[Skit]
Oh my god
Yo what the fuck b
Nah- Yo son he dead had his hands up bro
That wasn't cool b
He dead had his hands up they popped him dead in the chest bro
Chill chill, yo anybody caught that on camera?
Yo what the fuck bro. Son he ain't do shit wrong bro
Man that wasn't cool
We gotta fuckin cop that shit or somethin bro
Did somebody get that on camera oh my god
What the fuck man. He's just layin there bruh
He fuckin layin there bruh
Son, that shit is crazy son
Fuckin police man
Somebody gotta do time bro
The fuckin fifth one this week!
Son he layin there on the floor dog what the fuck yo somebody gotta call 911 bro
Nah nigga that is 911 man
What the fuck man. What the fuck son
(Policeman Speaking)
I have a material witness on an aggravated battery, uh, with a handgun and uhm, they believe likely in retaliation
[Hook]
Long as my heart beats
Heart beats, heart beats, heart beats
Long as my heart beats
Heart, heart
Heart beats, heart beats, heart beats
Long as my heart beats
Heart beats, heart beats, heart beats
Long as my heart beats
Heart, heart
Heart beats, heart beats, heart beats
Long as my heart beats
Heart beats, heart beats, heart beats
Long as my heart beats
Heart, heart
Heart beats, heart beats, heart beats
Long as my
[Verse]
The only man born that could never die
Im on the platform of the five on the train tracks
When i fall back ima electrify
I closed black holes for exercise
Your booth eyes went blind when you read the signs
I think you better have a shift in paradigm
I quit my desktop job then I severed ties
I wore the same two-piece suit seven times
I'm all on it, my name's all on it
I came to earth with a saint to forewarn it
I came from the dirt but I sprang and dug on it
Like what in the work would I rain to pour on it
The hero once sung but a one child with a son sister sun Dialed resurrected blood when the suns down in the slums Cause he went one on one for one round with a cop and got Gunned down in his own town GOD DAMN
[Hook]
Heart Beats, heart beats, heart beats
Long as my heart beats
Heart, Heart
Heart Beats, heart beats, heart beats
Pt. II
*Door closes*
Alright, is everybody gone?
Alright, let's do it
[Verse]
I'm fully aware that I'm not perfect but I try
I still try, I still try
You can see my feelings on the surface I can't hide
But I still try, I still try
I don't even really wanna get to know ya (get to know ya)
Statistics show, one of us might go soon
No I don't even really wanna get to know ya (get to know ya)
Cause I can't take no more heartbreak
I can't stand to see my brothers die
I can't stand to read my sister's will
I can't stand to see our mothers cry
I can't stand to see my niggas killed
I'm too young to see the other side
I can't stand to read my sister's will
I can't stand to lose another life
I can't stand to see the killers live
Heartbeat was written by Kemba.
Heartbeat was produced by Frank Drake.