Nothing to Something - Derek Minor, Aaron Cole, Propaganda

Tryna' turn it into something

We ain’t never had nothing

But we try and turn this nothing into something, yeah, yeah

Into something yeah yeah, into something

Into into something yeah, yeah

We ain’t never had nothing

But we try and turn this nothing into something, yeah, yeah

Oh don’t you judge me

Please don’t you judge me

You supposed to love me

You looking down like you standing above me but I’m so used to that yeah

America acting like they sinless they don’t play their part

They just blame it on us

Land of the free was built for free off of Granny back

They just take it from us

Enslaved us and just took our culture till nothing left

Beat us and broke us with noose around our neck

Sold our families and raped our mothers with no respect

And told us if we learned to read it would be certain death

And that’s the hand that we was dealt played it through Jim Crow

White hoods and shotguns intimidate our vote

But still we persisted tried to believe

Even if assassins kill our kings with dreams

And I ain’t asking for no sympathy

But the difference in our history often affects who we intend to be

And don’t you dare talk 'bout a broken home

Cause for 250 years all our families was bought and sold

Still trying to put it together, I feel like it’s taking forever

It ain’t for a lack of trying we trying to do better

Gotta rise above it

Trying to turn this nothing into something

We ain’t never had nothing (whoa)

We ain’t never had nothing (whoa)

Trying to turn it into something

We ain’t never had nothing

But we try and turn this nothing into something, yeah, yeah

Into something yeah, yeah, into something

Into, into something yeah, yeah

We ain’t never had nothing (no)

But we try and turn this nothing into something yeah, yeah

Yeah

Little homie nothing did the trick (uh)

Homie let me learn you a trick (woo)

Black people teach you how to breathe it though

Ex Nihilo, something out of nothing you should see it though

It’s black boy joy, black boy fly (fly)

Black girl rock, hit the rock make it cry

Hold the staff for Moses can’t call it its magic from 10,000 hours

And not having it, couple, cup of noodles and hot links

A gourmet feast a miracle, nothing short a tree

Sprouting out concrete, yeah right out the concrete

Yeah y’all beyond weak

System kill our prophets and mock our mournful

Give us balls and mics and demand we perform for them

It’s crazy 300 years been trying to say to you

Why I gotta explain, it ain’t plain to you?

(huh?)

We never had nothing but nothing was sufficient

Kept my belly full of the stuff the rich was missing

Y’all could grow a little, your little minds could listen

Privilege you protect has made y’all a victim

You think you blameless, I know you shamed it

Y’all can’t even see the pain in our faces

You ain’t got the frame for the effects of displacement

You marvel at the joy that comes from our spaces

Even though

Even though

We ain’t never had nothing (whoa)

Even though, even though

We ain’t never had nothing (whoa)

Trying to turn it into something

We ain’t never had nothing (whoa)

But we try and turn this nothing into something yeah, yeah

Into something yeah, yeah, into something

Into, into something yeah, yeah

We ain’t never had nothing

But we try and turn this nothing into something yeah, yeah