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Breakfast of Champions

from Everything's Fine by Jean Grae & Quelle Chris

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Quelle

I woke up ate my breakfast.
A full plate of posts and texts.
Saw somebody else got shot up this time by some cops in Texas or Vinigia.
Can't remember can't keep count. They rope a doping trying to wear down my emotions.
But if they just abided they'd be cool. If they say jump you say how high.
You know it's wrong you say alright.
And do you look em the eyes boy. Be quite boy.
Sound familiar huh boy? Pause. Or find yourself a quote end quote martyr for the cause.
A mural on a wall.
A hashtag for teen white kids to troll for angry response.
It's bound to wreck you're body or straight burn ya body out.
It's bound to wreck you're body or straight burn ya body out
You just another angry nigga shouting.
What you pressing? Why you pouting?
Why still singing we shall overcome in the 2000s?
Devils trying to turn this car around while we been asking are we there yet for the last 400 miles like
Fuck. Damn. Shit. Wow.
It's bound to wreck you're body or straight burn ya body out
It's bound to wreck you're body or straight burn ya body out
It's bound to wreck you're body or straight burn ya body out like
Damn shit fuck wow.
It's bound to wreck you're body or straight burn ya body out
It's bound to wreck you're body or straight burn ya body out
It's bound to wreck you're body or straight burn ya body out

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Jean

Woke up in a cold sweat drenched like I’m Ronald in a Genesis
Spent and I haven’t even been awake for minutes in this time I sometimes think maybe it’s better with religion
An invisible man and he can quantify the pain we’re given, (right)
Surviving
Cause surviving ain’t the same as really living (ah)
Please Teach the babies that (please,) educate the children
Freeze now they on the concrete pleading for forgiveness
I don’t what type of litmus test this shit is, but dig this
It’s beats your body down, and straight burn your body out
So you waste your time just catering to pain, Party Down
Getting through the day to day to maintain, is hard as hell

It ain’t fucking fair
It’s not just get over it over
Or get over it sober
Nobodies past the quotas and nobodies past agendas
It’s just hard to sing some lullabies to sleep
When they pumping in your, pumping in your, pumping in your jeep jeep

It ain’t I’m not a warrior, bitch I’m Dora Milaje
My mother was a freedom fighter like writer Aja Monet
I’m a well seasoned veteran old bay, I don’t need OJ to get off on some murders
I need veteran racists off pay, and in jail, but the bastards seem to linger some chemtrails
As children calm their mamas while they stare at daddy’s entrails

Come on,
how much more evidence you want
Maybe you could use your privilege like a human shield in front
Without the Pepsi, miss me
I pray the bullets miss me, but you not about that life
So let me tell you how this shit be it’s like
Fuck damn shit wow
It’s bound to wreck your body or straight burn your body out
It’s bound to wreck your body or straight burn your body out
It’s bound to wreck your body or straight burn your body out
Like damn shit fuck wow
It’s bound to wreck your body or straight burn your body out
It’s bound to wreck your body or straight burn your body out
It’s bound to wreck your body or straight burn your body out

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from Everything's Fine, released March 30, 2018

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