Date 2020-06-10
Category Lyrics, Music Video, New Music
Watch the video, read the lyrics, stream, buy, mp3 download Roney’s song slamming police corruption, “BLM”. The song was produced by Steve Kroeger.
Roney Blm
The protests aren’t just happening in America. They’ve erupted across the globe with places in Asia, Australia and Europe taking their own stance against systemic oppression against Black lives. Canada has also joined in the protests with places across the country holding their own demonstrations against the injustices in America as well as in their own country as well.
Toronto’s Roney returned with a brand new single today in wake of the protests, aptly titled, “BLM.” With passion in his voice, Roney tackles police brutality and White privilege, addressing the racism in Canada as well as Trump’s response to the protests.
He shared a visual along with the single that includes footage of the protests and police brutality while he raps in front of a collage of images of police brutality victims.
Roney – BLM (prod. Steve Kroeger)
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Lyrics
[Intro]
I don’t wanna go back to the trench
I don’t need my mama cryin’, stressin’ ’bout no rent
I’ve been through some times, I’on really wanna vent
Cop told me I’ma be lyin’ on a bench, dead
Where does it stop for us? I’on know
Gotta be one day though
(Steve Kroeger)
[Verse 1]
Where does it stop for us?
It’s hard for us, to rise up from the dirty dust
Ghetto life, nothin’ nice, someone gotta pray for us
Hard white is all a youngen knew growing up
Police brutality, shit ain’t nothin’ new to us
They said I ain’t experience shit ’cause I’m in Canada
Are you dumb? Man, this shit, it wasn’t adding up
Pop rounds, hit the block down, he was not found
Cops ’round, raid the whole scene and he stood ground
Beat trial, matter fact, he ain’t seen trial
Leave work, man, he’s somewhere on a beach now
One year, bounce back, he a police now
They would go crazy if that story was a street child
Boy, you got a criminal record, you gettin’ no job
That boy, he just killed my nigga, and he still a cop
Catch a floss, seen it all, police wanna see me fall
Dumb shit, in jail, searchin’ through these niggas’ drawers
Probably on some gay shit, CO’s probably gettin’ hard
Hit ’em wit’ a straight fist, my niggas go Jihad
Trump, he a dumb bitch, shoulda got impeached dawg
System’s so rigged, you don’t see it? Then you lost
People screamin’, “Black on black crime ain’t serious”
It’s blacks amongst blacks, so it’s black who we beefin’ wit’
Let me give you lessons ’cause the school’s ain’t teachin’ it
Racists kill racists, they around it, ain’t no racist shit
Stop there if you think B-L-M is not fair
All lives matter is not the same, we don’t care
From past years and mad tears, blacks grew wit’ mad fears
So right now we stand down, remind them that we here
We all humans, we get ruthless
Once they start to riot and they lootin’, want the fusin’
Shit is so confusin’, I don’t know now
I don’t wanna put my hands down
They tell him, “Freeze”, then he stop, what? He freeze to death?
Plant keys in your spot just to make arrest
They puttin’ knees in necks, watch you scream for breath
It’s not a test, don’t get a vest, they don’t shoot for chest
They shoot heads, shoot necks, then they try finesse
They say he fled, turn his back and became a threat
It’s bullshit but the laws already set wit’ them
They make the law, then break the law, that makes no sense
[Chorus]
I don’t wanna go back to the trench
I don’t need my mama cryin’, stressin’ ’bout no rent
I’ve been through some times, I’on really wanna vent
Cop told me I’ma be lyin’ on a bench, dead
Fifteen, all I wanted was a cheque
I ain’t do shit but they still tryna arrest
They ain’t find shit but they beat me in the head
Then they told me I’ll be lyin’ on a bench, dead
[Verse 2]
When lions don’t get it, they run for it then take it
Treat us like animals, lock us in cages
From Egypt wit’ them slave ships
Government, they’re racist
People try peaceful protest and then they mace them
Malcom X, Martin Luther King, they were some great men
[?] gone, Alwy got shot, he was like grade ten
George Floyd got his head crushed on the pavement
Say a prayer for the black man, nigga, amen
[Chorus]
I don’t wanna go back to the trench
I don’t need my mama cryin’, stressin’ ’bout no rent
I’ve been through some times, I’on really wanna vent
Cop told me I’ma be lyin’ on a bench, dead
Fifteen, all I wanted was a cheque
I ain’t do shit but they still tryna arrest
They ain’t find shit but they beat me in the head
Then they told me I’ll be lyin’ on a bench, dead
[Outro]
Ooh, no
Ooh, no
Ooh, no, no, no, no, no
