Listen Lyrics - Styles

I gotta few things I wanna ask the Lord 

Why my people gotta be so poor, feel me 

And why's it so rough when you're young and black 

They say you go to jail or get strung on crack 

Why the girl have a baby she was twelve years old 

Ask the state why the cell's gotta be so cold 

And why these niggas here with so many years 

Whole family in court crying so many tears 

Can you picture us living with hope (hell no) 

When the same ones hanging us is giving us dope 

Shit, it's hard to get by 

I pray to God it's still hard to get by 

Just wanna hold my son (my man) 

But I can't leave my house until I load my gun 

I gotta grab my sword 

And when I die I got some things I wanna ask the Lord 

Like, why we dying from AIDS 

And why on TV it's aight to be gay 

Ain't that sorta like my gun got the right to be waved 

If I could sit back and watch a whole cipher of slaves 

Ask my man where the blacks at 

Ask myself where the next Malcolm X at (I don't know) 

Is he makin Salat, or upstate like a ape in a box 

Am I a human or a fallen angel 

Got to pray by myself 'cause I'm out of angle 

I ain't facin the east, tell the brothers I was shakin the beast 

Had the nine and the eight in the streets 

Open your eyes, stay wise, 'cause even Satan is deep 

I pray for a better living 

Even though I think I'm better dying 

Why, 'cause I'd rather hear the angels singing 

Why, and I don't wanna hear my people crying, feel me black 

[Chorus] 

We ain't gotta die no more, I said we ain't gotta die no more 

Black woman Listen 

You ain't gotta cry no more, I said you ain't gotta cry no more 

Black child Listen 

We gotta provide for y'all, I said we gotta provide for y'all 

Devil man Listen 

We got a surprise for y'all, I said we got a surprise for y'all 

Black man Listen 

'Bout to be on some clever shit (I got to be) 

I gotta think if the president is prejudice 

And that's another eight years down 

The 500 year warn, that's a eight year round 

I don't really mean to sweat it 

But the war been on before they came on your TV and settle 

They don't need lead to shoot ya 

Why would a man make a computer to head the future 

I think about it in a weed session 

They said better technology, all I see is regressin 

Blew up our buildings in fact (blow us all up) 

But if they live under the sun then them children is black 

'fore the devil get more time I'd rather see the world cease 

Hit the afterlife of world peace 

Where black men don't die, the women don't cry 

And the little kids get provided for and play in the sky, what 

[Chorus] 

We ain't gotta die no more, I said we ain't gotta die no more 

Black woman Listen 

You ain't gotta cry no more, I said you ain't gotta cry no more 

Black child Listen 

We gotta provide for y'all, I said we gotta provide for y'all 

Devil man Listen 

We got a surprise for y'all, I said we got a surprise for y'all 

Black man Listen