Chorus: Aaron Cole Chino We ain't never had nothing (whoa) We ain't never had nothing (whoa) Tryna' turn it into something We ain't never had nothing But we try and turn this nothing into something, yeah, yeah Into something yeah yeah, into something Into into something yeah, yeah We ain't never had nothing But we try and turn this nothing into something, yeah, yeah
Verse 1: Derek Minor Oh don't you judge me Please don't you judge me You supposed to love me You looking down like you standing above me but I'm so used to that yeah America acting like they sinless they don't play their part They just blame it on us Land of the free was built for free off of Granny back They just take it from us Enslaved us and just took our culture till nothing left Beat us and broke us with noose around our neck Sold our families and raped our mothers with no respect And told us if we learned to read it would be certain death And that's the hand that we was dealt played it through Jim Crow White hoods and shotguns intimidate our vote But still we persisted tried to believe Even if assassins kill our kings with dreams And I ain't asking for no sympathy But the difference in our history often affects who we intend to be And don't you dare talk 'bout a broken home Cause for 250 years all our families was bought and sold Still trying to put it together, I feel like it's taking forever It ain't for a lack of trying we trying to do better Gotta rise above it Trying to turn this nothing into something
Chorus: Aaron Cole & Propaganda We ain't never had nothing (whoa) We ain't never had nothing (whoa) Trying to turn it into something We ain't never had nothing But we try and turn this nothing into something, yeah, yeah Into something yeah, yeah, into something Into, into something yeah, yeah We ain't never had nothing (no) But we try and turn this nothing into something yeah, yeah Yeah
Verse 2: Propaganda Little homie nothing did the trick (uh) Homie let me learn you a trick (woo) Black people teach you how to breathe it though Ex Nihilo, something out of nothing you should see it though It's black boy joy, black boy fly (fly) Black girl rock, hit the rock make it cry Hold the staff for Moses can't call it its magic from 10,000 hours And not having it, couple, cup of noodles and hot links A gourmet feast a miracle, nothing short a tree Sprouting out concrete, yeah right out the concrete Yeah y'all beyond weak System kill our prophets and mock our mournful Give us balls and mics and demand we perform for them It's crazy 300 years been trying to say to you Why I gotta explain, it ain't plain to you? (huh?) We never had nothing but nothing was sufficient Kept my belly full of the stuff the rich was missing Y'all could grow a little, your little minds could listen Privilege you protect has made y'all a victim You think you blameless, I know you shamed it Y'all can't even see the pain in our faces You ain't got the frame for the effects of displacement You marvel at the joy that comes from our spaces Even though Even though
Chorus: Aaron Cole & Propaganda We ain't never had nothing (whoa) Even though, even though We ain't never had nothing (whoa) Trying to turn it into something We ain't never had nothing (whoa) But we try and turn this nothing into something yeah, yeah Into something yeah, yeah, into something Into, into something yeah, yeah We ain't never had nothing But we try and turn this nothing into something yeah, yeahTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
