Blasphemer - Gaika

I’m watching TV

When it’s not on

But I prefer it

I’m watching TV

And it’s not on

But I prefer it

Yeah

Dog in my shadow in the valley of death

Trying to find the value in collateral

Them a talk, them a talk and talk

Can we talk about needing jobs?

Can we talk about cleaning blocks?

Can we talk about grief and loss?

Can we talk about young black boys?

Out in the street and just get shot

I’m not gonna let them kill a cop soft

Blood on your hands you can’t wash

A sermon for a sinner from a prisoner of God

Scream for your life, dream of the dead

Paralyzed by the gun to your head

I can’t breathe, with my hands held up

I can’t breathe, with my hands held up

Some way, some day

We won’t have to cry this way

Some way, some day

My people won’t die this way

Some way, some day

We won’t have to cry this way

Some way, some day

My people won’t die this way

I’m watching TV

When it’s not on

But I prefer it

I’m watching TV

And it’s not on

But I prefer it

Yeah

Babylon

Who forgot the real things

Like steel rings round our necks

Who forgot the real things

Like the screaming of our dead?

I can’t breathe, with my hands held up

I can’t breathe again

I’m watching TV

When it’s not on

But I prefer it

I’m watching TV

And it’s not on

But I prefer it

Yeah

These people are pagans the shit they believe

But I told you these people are amateur

She ran from the taxi

Put away all your and you’re powerless

These people keep taking and taking from me

But you come around with the family

, you abandoned me

Do you get you were never a friend of me?

Now I can’t find no chill, can’t find no chill

I’m still here, I’m still here

No I can’t find no chill

I need to lock off my mind still