NO MORE TEARDROPS - Victor Kwesi Mensah, Malik Yusef, Wyatt Waddell

No more teardrops, no more teardrops

No more teardrops (Hold on!), no more teardrops

No more teardrops, no more teardrops

No more teardrops, no more teardrops

No more teardrops, no more teardrops

Police cars on fire in the streets

Tear gas and the dogs on a leash

The scene seem like somethin' in the sixties

They takin' knees like Monica Lewinsky

They beating women like Bobby did Whitney

That’s why the only blue we salute is to Nipsey

Juneteenth barbecue at the precinct

Hanging by the pigtails, burned down Wendy’s

Strange fruits still swingin' from the trees

White folks protesting 'cause they can’t leave

Try twenty-five to life, that’s a real quarantine

They just take the mask off when they can’t breathe

But we got officers knees in our esophagus

Face blue 'cause he running out of oxygen

Got his brains blew by one of his accomplices

Add you to the list of his accomplishments

He came forward in the night, now we’re mourning

Black fist up to no-knock warrants

But the fascism ain’t the only army warrin'

Look at the way the patriarchy took and tore him

Look at the blood, the streets filled with teardrops

I ain’t slavin' for 'em, I ain’t 'bout to share crop

Pissed off, my wrist lock in gridlock

I’m with this shits, nigga, 'til the bullshit stop

No more teardrops, no more teardrops

No more teardrops, no more tears

No more teardrops, no more teardrops

No more teardrops, no more tears

I’m tired of only seein' niggas at the funeral

Tired of learnin' my homie’s name at the eulogy

I’m tired of wearin' suits, man, this ain’t suitable

I’m tired of runnin', but the cops keep shooting me

Niggas dyin' and we still buyin' jewelry

Nigga, this ain’t the time for the tomfoolery

A sign of the times, shit ain’t what it used to be

I throw a hoodie on, look at what they do to me

.223 cocked, I don’t need a handout

This Wall Street, we done got a bailout

They try to tell us to believe in the government

But even when Barack is president, niggas had to sell rocks

One out of fifteen niggas in the cell block

The other fourteen, don’t nobody care about

I’m in the courtroom pullin' my hair out

'Cause I get another year for each one of my dreadlocks

At times, you gotta fight back to get your life back

But if you fight back, you might get your life jacked

And just to fight back, you gotta have the right stack

'Cause Johnny Cochran gonna hit you with the price tag

Malcolm X, Huey Newton, they don’t like that

Hell, hell nah, they don’t like that

First nigga try to hit me with a nightstick

I’m going for my clip, I ain’t goin' out like that

No more teardrops, no more teardrops

No more teardrops, no more tears

No more teardrops, no more teardrops

No more teardrops, no more tears

Can you feel that pain?

(Shake 'em, shake 'em, shake 'em off)

Can you feel that pain?

(Shake 'em, shake 'em, shake 'em off)

Can you feel that pain?

(Shake 'em, shake 'em, shake 'em off)

Say, «It's time for a change!"(Yeah, yeah, yeah)

Can you feel that pain?

(Shake 'em, shake 'em, shake 'em off)

Can you feel that pain?

(Shake 'em, shake 'em, shake 'em off)

Can you feel that pain?

(Shake 'em, shake 'em, shake 'em off)

Say, «It's time for a change!»

I know I’m at war

All I ever wanted to do was live without fear

(All he ever wanted, wanted)

Now I’m all tied up (All tied up)

With nowhere to go (Nowhere to go, oh)

Spiritual negro, keeper of the cult

My heart and the Holy Ghost (I hear)

Of the long-forgotten South (I hear)

First I assert my memory, rockin' my moccasins (I hear)

They observed I had a cottonmouth, when I spoke (I hear)

I spit fire that was stored up in my bones, then I smoke (I hear)

Listen though, our skin-folk into kinfolk

That’s what I kept my dome on a swivel for in this, uncivil war

They want me to shut up and dribble more

Black soil, got rich from the dirt

Struggle, marriage, still engaged in combat

Looking for real armed men and I’m next

Turing Birmingham into a hot plate to feed my youngins

Indeed they dug it