Deniro Farrar - When They Come For You lyrics

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Deniro Farrar - When They Come For You lyrics

[Interlude] They been playin' a different game these days man It's the long game, pay attention When they come for you They won't have their guns Confidently etched out from the cold of their holsters They know now that this world is photoshop ready To digitally document their d**h squad tactics That their antics Are now archived, videoclipped, and facebook status Set to go viral even though our protests and proof are never enough fire To burn their house to ashes Our d**h, our d**h sometimes pins medals on their chests And allows them to retire with sizable paycheck But nonetheless, we fight back, the best we can So understand now, that when they come for you They startin' at the foundation, at your doorstep They will be dressed as developer or realtor or hipster Your best 90's hip hop playing From their boombox on your block Dressed in your latest fashion Appropriately, appropriating your culture till they fit in Till they move in But then the police traffic rises And the crime seems to drop Property tax rises around big momma's old house so much That her fixed income ain't enough income and now she forced to move out Of the house she lived in for the last 30 years And raised two generations of kids, but it is what it is, ain't it? The neighborhood got more Volvos and less Chevy's Candy-coated painted because now Well now your street is so charming and alarming, ain't it? The sight of your neighbors being shipped out Handed hollow vouchers to move to a place unfamiliar This, this be the new slave ship Go ahead, go ahead and visit the new cool kids on your block Tell them the story of the heart of trap house Where the ghosts of dope boys still shed tears How you tried to get the city to tear down this nightmare for the last three years Won't you tell them how, the deferred dreams of high school hopes Would sit on its porch waiting To snatch the soul from whoever walked by Still looking for a way out this hood The same hood that holds the street corner The same corner your cousin died on They repaved it and renamed it something expensive Something you can barely afford to stand on this block Don't feel like it used to Now the folks next door call cops on you when your friends roll through It's strange how things don' changed around you Hey, they call this progress baby When they come for you They will say it's for the best To clean up the mess They will call it restoration Wanna free you from the mortgage or that rent And give you a new destination They sellin' you false emancipation Wanna reshape your school and call it reeducation Now add a new word to your vocabulary young blood It's called gentrification

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