Sick of Cryin’

[Intro: Leon Bridges]
One man is [?]
It was all [?]

[Verse 1: Leon Bridges]
Unrest in the city, war in the city, pain in the city
Blood on the ground, but Yahweh's watchin' on high
So, if the wall breaks, don't trip
You should've seen it comin' from a million miles
Poison from your lips
Fed up from the days of just letting it slide
Don't hit me with the steel
'Cause my skin is black as tar
It ain't far from the real, real

[Verse 2: D Smoke]
Piss poor with problems, 'bout the pickpocket people
And my peace pipe ain't hot, why they preaching peace by the steeple
Yeah, we practice precaution
Cause we peep how they peelin'
Capturе blacks 'til they fascinated
We sing why wе grievin'
Mama-se, mama-sa
Word to Michael we dangerous
Run home if you're scared of problems, can’t dodge em, we angels
Evitando la muerte, esperando el cielo
We ain't frownin' we black and brown and we crowned with that yellow

[Bridge: Leon Bridges & D Smoke]
Unrest in the city (Unrest)
War in the city (It's war)
Pain in the city (Pain)
Blood on the ground

[Verse 2: D Smoke]
They poisoned our organizations
Turned men to boys, instigated
Wars on our land with the Navy
Blue or your wet in red laces
You should be proud to rock darker hue
And embrace it
I love the skin that I’m in
And I look like God when I’m naked
Ask my wife

[Refrain: Leon Bridges]
'Cause my skin is black as tar
It ain't far from the real, real

[Outro: Leon Bridge]
So if the wall breaks don't trip
You shoulda seen it coming from a million mile
Poison from your lips
Fed up from the days of just letting it slide
Don't hit me with the steel
'Cause my skin is black as tar
It ain't far from the real, real