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Che Noir- Shadow Puppet Feat. Brady Watt & Abiodun Oyewole (Official Music Video)
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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Che Noir
Che Noir
Performer
Brady Watt
Brady Watt
Bass
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Abiodun Oyewole
Abiodun Oyewole
Lyrics
Marche Lashawn Black
Marche Lashawn Black
Lyrics
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Che Noir
Che Noir
Producer

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[Intro]
Yeah
[Verse 1]
My thoughts is paralyzed by poor Black mothers
It starts with a family tree from a poor Black couple
My heart is like a gravesite, **** can't take the stench
Full of dead bodies, just one look at it make 'em flinch
My brain is my bank, but they say it don't make no sense
But my tongue is a different story, it paints visions for me
'Cause my eyes been blind from the blind eyes I've turned
Became a bride to crime, I write to rhyme my words
But my ears is what I use to steer through here
Walk by faith, what I feel is what I fear
Visionary thoughts, witness killers on my peers
All the memories I lost puttin' ribbons in my hair
We all strugglin', but to them, it's just a puppet trick
We want the cars and cribs, but our people was taught to covet it
The goals I used to call a bucket list, but somehow I lost touch of it
Taste another apple, left me waitin' in the shadows
Shadows
We be the outlines of bodies on a blackboard
Impressions of a being without substance
Invisible to those who don't want to recognize our Lord
We be the chalk outlines on the sidewalks of cities and towns
While death becomes a part of the purpose
[Verse 2]
Yeah, I was like David amongst the giants
But the reward of true success, it comes from tryin'
How we programmed to think as a people, it comes from science
And the only way to accept rebirth, it comes from dyin'
I fought pain in care from Dexter Street off of Broadway
It's hard days to go from an activist to a car slave
The school of hard knocks, you see, graduation's a long way
'Cause right before, that's when the devil becomes a prom date
I struggled with expressin' myself, I had no sanity
So now I paint pictures with words usin' my hands to speak
For **** who try stealin' my art, I cut the hands of a thief
And keep it as a house pet like the Addams family, yeah
Uh, can only judge me by a gavel
Blood was shed from Eve, that made us hungry for an apple
Can't learn the art of war until you bloody from the battle
Can't appreciate the Sun until you studied in the shadows
[Outro]
Shadow
To exist only by the will of someone else
To plant seeds for others to harvest
We be the crust of the pie that we bake but can't eat
Served to those who have suspenders on our existence
To hold up a world we're excluded from
We be the graffiti on the brick walls of buildings
A shout-out to the world, we are here and brought you the rap
We be the siren sounds screaming through the hood
Stopping traffic, running red lights, searching for green
We be the faces reflected in the puddles left by the rain
Waiting for the sun to evaporate our souls
We be the blood stains on our clothes after being shot by the police
And still, we find a way to survive, ah
This nation is mow in the midst of a serious crime wave
Written by: Abiodun Oyewole, Marche Lashawn Black

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