Echoes (Written by M. Sivaloganathan), produced by Tellingbeatzz

Verse 1:
Another brother lost…twilight, for another in the war…use of force is a norm, where to find rights, n we might fight, then we might write life off, like this mother’s first born /
Tears pour in the street, she’s holdin his hand, soul dance to the beat of the poor n the beast, no control now we’re formin, mournin is the norm like the morning /
The warning is the po on their feet…undercover cruiser foreign to me…mothafkas never known no defeat, they won’t understand till we stand n unleash, I’m fannin’ the heat /
Let the flame rise…Martin Malcolm, we on the same side…how come, every outcome, n the headline is a flat line of a black life and we manage to be, the standard, of an enemy /
Portrayed as the weak, couldn’t get a job so we breakin the laws n we aim for police, but is it really fair when I’m scared and I’m starin at the mirror of deceased /
I’m done with havin hands up…now I’m sayin fk yo mirandas /
I’m roundin up my brothers n we’re loadin up our weapons, ain’t a protest it’s a swellin of the ghosts within our heads n all our foes’ll soon discover what it’s like to be a peasant, ain’t alone I got a million it’s our moment Imma stand up

Hook:
No tears for what was done to me, fear has come to be, hell looks up to me, this is up to me it’s up to me /
To bring demise, to the echoes…I close my eyes, let go…hear cries in the echoes…it’s violence, let’s go

Verse 2:
Another kid shot…I see him bleeding in the spotlight…heart beating…nah, it’s fleeing /
Leaving chalk lines now the plot line thickens, sort of like the clot in my vision /
In hindsight did I need to fire right, in his eyes, I was blinded…I’m a cop but I’m wishin /
I was not in po-si-tions, of authority, they will never listen, priority safety they hate me try to make me as a scapegoat, act straight while they’re rapin their women /
Black on black crime, war of attrition…flashin gang signs, deserve to be in prisons /
I was furnished with a pistol not for murder but for wisdom, I wished he would listen instead I just killed him n the media they buy it, some try me for violence others hype me as the highness /
10 gallon hat in the wild west…captain said that I’m the fi-nest /
But the people said that I’m lyin, I guess I’ll be the line n, strap a vest on, I’m risin defiant, wonder where I went wrong, was it when I learned that my work is a burden, serve n protect…why try to be a savior when the only thing certain is death

Verse 3:
Another one gone…we’re better off with one less thug /
Another one gone…only one way to win, so come on let’s love /
How do we stop this…let em kill each other for their wallets /
How do we stop this…is it jobs n options or shots n nonsense /
Everybody gotta answer for the problem…like there’s a silver bullet to solve it /
From minutes to hours, beginnings to darkness, till the quantum of solace, is gone and we’re haunted by despair all upon us, n the songs n the psalms, won’t answer they taunt us, cause we’re losin regardless, no promise from god as he watches the talkers n the cops n the marchers n he’s ponderin, my, how have we fallen