[Lyric] Black Blued Empathy (LALWEM CLark)

1st Hook:
Whatcha don’t see me is what you don’t see (don’t see)
Whatcha don’t see me is what you don’t see (don’t see)
Whatcha don’t see me is what you don’t see (don’t see)
Whatcha don’t see me is, is what you don’t (don’t)

Whatcha don’t see me is what you don’t see (don’t see)
Whatcha don’t see me is what you don’t see (don’t see)
Whatcha don’t see me is what you don’t see (don’t see)
Whatcha don’t see me is, is what you don’t (don’t)

Verse 1:
Let’s talk about young man, Ja-mal
180 pounds, 6 feet tall
To set the stage, season is fall
His favorite sport yep, basketball
Can you guess what race is he?
His ancestors fought to be free
Beaten, hung, slavery
Then packed on ships to cross the sea
(at home)
Detailed stories, were told
Great grandparents, were bold
Developеd his pride, to gold
All this helped… to mold
His pridе, in his eyes, he couldn’t keep it inside
Young black prince, in line
Soon too be king in time
He moved diligently, with a chip on his shoulder
Police brutality, unpunished, made him colder
Self love for his people made it hard to shoulder
It only grew more and more as he got older
2nd Hook
Whatcha don’t see me is what you don’t see (don’t see)
Whatcha don’t see me is what you don’t see (don’t see)
Whatcha don’t see me is what you don’t see (don’t see)
Whatcha don’t see me is, is what you don’t (don’t)
Whatcha don’t see me is what you don’t see (don’t see)
Whatcha don’t see me is what you don’t see (don’t see)
Whatcha don’t see me is what you don’t see (don’t see)
Whatcha don’t see me is, is what you don’t (don’t)
Whatcha don’t see me is what you don’t (preach)
Whatcha don’t see me is what you don’t see (preach)
Whatcha don’t see me is what you don’t see (preach)
Whatcha don’t see me is, is what you don’t (don’t)
Whatcha don’t see me is what you don’t see (don’t see)
Whatcha don’t see me is what you don’t see (don’t see)
Whatcha don’t see me is what you don’t see (don’t see)
Whatcha don’t see me is, is what you don’t (don’t)

Verse2:

Let’s talk about officer name Bob
Loves his country, family, and job
Protect and serve, love them words
Heart of gold, pure like birds
It’s a dangerous job, real long days
Emergency! Where? he’ll sprint that way
Looking for who to help or lives to save
Do this outta duty, No not pay
His father was a cop, and his grandfather too
They and the system, told him to do what you got to do
If in a sticky situation and you gotta choose
Make sure you come home, even if it makes the news
Got two young kids, a wife home
Loves them more than his life he owns
Oath to never leave em alone
Even if it means, blasting chrome
Who would know it would lead to that day
Jamal and bob, would cross ways
Traffic stop, and the roll they’d play
Participants of the system today
3rd Hook – Repeat Hook 2

Verse 3

Traffic stop, bob is the cop
Jamal is the driver, looking kinda hot
No not nervous, sweating with a purpose
Just left practice, basketball, working
Makes Bob nervous, wondering why
“license, insurance, who owns this ride?”
Sir it mine, are you blind, check what you want take your time
That put Bob… at ease, through the motions he precede
Runs the plates, runs insurance, and the licensees
It all checks out, Bob has nothing more to say
Here you go, slow it down, and have a nice day
Never happen, no not facts
Let me explain the point of this track
Not-about, if its meant to be
Its a song bout empathy
Man with a home, 2 kids and a wife
This job is how he provides for their lives
In the news, all he sees, blacks shooting blacks, nope not me…
But even worse, nobody speaks
In the black community
When blacks killing blacks, every week
Nobody talks, no info leaks
When it’s a cop we’re up in arms
Obviously, most times they’re wrong
They need to go to jail for life
Get hit with justice, pay the price
Something more, not let free
Suspended years 2 or three
That’s is clearly not enough
The law has got to get tough
Too much to say here
Just about end of track
If we want a better world
We must deal with these facts...
4th Hook - Repeat Hook 2

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Song Writer: LALWEM CLark
Original Instrumental Composer: Downtown Music
Mix Engineer: KLu
Mastering Engineer: Will Borza