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Black Psalm 2 by Three

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Black Psalm 2

Hip-Hop,both vocals

0:002:56
Lyrics
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(Intro – spoken, layered vocal)
They don't love you 'til you martyr,
Don’t hear you 'til you scream.
They don’t free you from the chains,
They just polish up the gleam.
(Verse 1)
Mama told me, “Watch your tone, they shoot you for expression,”
Pastor said, “Repent your sins, this skin is your confession.”
Mirror showed a warzone, scars on the complexion,
Label called it “urban pain” — I call it resurrection.
My daddy was a shadow, never taught me how to kneel,
So I pray with my fists up, baptized in steel.
Heard God in a bass drum, devil in the deal,
Tryna heal a culture bleedin', while they spin the wheel.
Uncle Sam got a needle, said “Boy, this won’t sting,”
Meanwhile my brother bled out over Jordan 13s.
Crack pipes in the alley, dreams drowned in gin,
But we still write scriptures on the backs of sin.
(Hook – melodic, sung with rap adlibs)
I am not your stereotype, I am not your chain,
I am every holy verse trapped inside the pain.
Say my name with weight, say my name with flame,
Black psalm from the dirt — never die in vain.
(Verse 2 – beat switch, faster flow)
Bloodline royal, coded in the struggle,
Granny prayed in tongues while the world tried to muzzle.
Ego in a muzzle, but my mind sharp as razors,
City full of Judas, even friends turn traitors.
Black boy genius, they mistook it for rage,
I ain’t tryna be a martyr just to make front page.
Knew a prophet in the trap, kept a gun in his bag,
He said, “Even Jesus flipped a table, why I can’t spazz?”
Ooh, now they shook, when the mirror got a mouth,
When the poet from the corner take the mic and call 'em out.
I ain’t just another story for your culture to consume,
I’m the breath in the trumpet, I’m the ghost in the room.
(Hook – repeated with added choir layering)
I am not your stereotype, I am not your chain,
I am every holy verse trapped inside the pain.
Say my name with weight, say my name with flame,
Black psalm from the dirt — never die in vain.