The Block Chords by Akua Naru

Tempo:
93.3 bpm
Chords used:

C#

Fm

C

A#m

G#

Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
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Akua Naru "The Block" chords
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[C]
[C#] Walk [Fm] in the [F] black, yeah, [Fm] [C#] [Fm] I can see [A#m] clearly.
[A#] Oh [A#m] [C]
[F]
Lord, another body drive.
[C#]
[F] Somebody just got [G] shot.
[C#] [C]
[E]
[C] [A#m]
[C#] [C] Can [G#] you hear [C] me?
[A#m] [F]
[A#] [A#m] Oh, [C]
[F]
[A#] [Fm]
[C#] [A#m] [Fm]
[C#] [A#m] [A#]
[Fm] another black, cockroach, your cops [Cm] gunshots, [C#] another body drop.
Creamer waking at the [Fm] bus stop.
Count your letter in the mailbox.
How she [C#] sweats.
He should bring the hands on the porch to get that extra [Fm] buck.
We'll get your face and rock bottom.
[C#] Great.
She bounced back on [A#m] top.
American dream, a nightmare.
Please make a stop.
Neighbors watching.
Hell modern [C] day dress.
God's clinging [Fm] rocks.
Black boy, white tank top, baggy jeans, red locks, [C#] streaming of that drop top.
Nonstop Chinese spot.
[Fm] Let me get a black and my navigate [C#] liquor stores, project floors [A#m] and baking.
We need [Fm] to have not when we have we [G#] become what [C#] we got.
Another car ride by system.
Not that new [A#m] shit.
Pedestrian shot.
Hip hop.
Going to stay a [C] track in the block.
The pain [G#] of back in the watch.
Single mother's hustle to punch the time clock.
Crime of cash [C#] crops.
Somebody wanted to die.
Drop ice. [Fm] Real master.
Kind heart.
That's hot.
Talks father.
[C#] The holograms.
Sun's waiting for the day to snuff.
[Fm] Uncle Sam.
Why not?
No [G#] sympathy for that [C#] man.
He get what he deserved.
[A#m] I said he get what he deserved.
Your look.
[C] And he get what he deserved.
Your [Fm] they keep telling me.
[G#]
[C#] I [Fm] can see.
[C#] I heard my [G#] sister.
[Fm]
[C#] [A#m] Tell the world.
I'm sure.
Can you hear [C] me?
Another woman.
Rape.
Choke.
Batter.
Body found in the attic.
Contents of a purse scattered.
Leftover.
We shatter.
Clothes tattered.
Lipstick smeared.
Broken glass.
No news reports on the matter.
Nobody [C#] gathered.
Nothing changed.
Asked around about her name.
Some said Tamika.
Some claimed Lorraine.
The tag on her foot said Jane.
I wonder who she was.
Did she give and receive [G#] love?
Did [C] she fight back or just gave up?
She laid [Fm] there.
Legs cold.
Hair gold.
Framed in a [C#] child's pose.
Bruised nose.
Seamless.
Stayed [Cm] pantyhose.
Shot [Fm] dead.
On the radio.
Sorrow.
Singer through the window.
[C#] I wonder if pain has a temper.
I better [Fm] slow.
Streets survive.
Never lived.
Then we die.
[C#] Dreams of fur.
Glass.
Still and hot.
Born on the wrong [A#m] side.
Is there a right side?
Classified.
I label.
[C] Sober.
Nickel and dime.
And [Fm] who decide?
Our lives by a sign.
In order.
Down the line.
They treat.
They [C#] gentrified.
Push us outside the city lines.
Sirens.
[Fm] Frame the evening.
Robots for being nonwhite.
Reason.
[C#] Walking the streets.
Board cops.
They feening.
Probable [Fm] reason.
No donut shops to tease them.
[G#] Roll up.
[C#] On a couple cats.
Spanish speaking.
Mexicans.
But [A#m] they screaming Puerto Ricans.
They thinking they all the same.
[C] Fuck em.
Blow out their brains.
[Fm] Killing season.
It's war hour.
Wish they could take us all out.
Let the dogs [C#] out.
Niggas should be hanging from trees.
Auction off [Fm] now.
Load em up.
Blast until they all down.
Fire [C#] shots at full force now.
They never see the [Fm] courthouse.
Y'all.
[C#] They never see the [Cm] courthouse.
[C#] Y'all.
They never see [D#] the courthouse.
[A#] [Fm]
[C] [Fm]
[C#] [Fm]
[C#] [Fm]
[C#] [C] [A#m]
[C] [Fm]
[C#] [F] [Fm]
[C#] [Fm]
[C#] [A#m]
[C] They [Fm]
[C#] [Fm]
[C#] [Fm]
[G] [C#]
[C] [Fm]
[G] [C#]
[Cm] [Fm]
[C#]
[E] [C#]
[C] [C#]
[C] [C#]
[C] [C#]
[Fm] never see the [F] courthouse.
[G] They [C#] never see it.
[D#] [C#] Siren.
Keep telling me.
[Fm] I heard [C#] my brother say.
Scream.
[A#m] You [C] hear.
Tell the [Fm] world.
[C#] [Fm] Yea.
Through the.
House.
[C#] [G] [G#] [Fm] Another body drop.
[Cm] [C#] Somebody just got shot.
[A#m] Look your watch.
[G#] Today on the block.
[C] Today on the block.
Today on the block.
Key:  
C#
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Fm
123111111
C
3211
A#m
13421111
G#
134211114
C#
12341114
Fm
123111111
C
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Let's start jamming Akua Naru - The Block chords, familiarize yourself with these chords - C#, Fm, C#, A#m, C and Fm in sequence. A strategic approach would be to train at 46 BPM initially, and then accelerate to the song's tempo of 93. Configure the capo to your vocal range and chord preference, remembering the key of F Minor.

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[C] _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ [C#] Walk [Fm] in the _ [F] black, yeah, _ _ _ [Fm] _ [C#] [Fm] I can see [A#m] _ _ clearly. _ _ _
[A#] _ Oh [A#m] _ [C] _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ [F] _
_ _ Lord, _ _ _ another body drive.
_ _ [C#] _ _
[F] Somebody _ just got [G] shot. _
[C#] _ _ _ _ _ _ _ [C] _
_ _ _ _ _ _ [E] _ _
[C] _ _ _ [A#m] _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ [C#] [C] Can [G#] you hear [C] _ me? _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ [A#m] _ [F] _ _
[A#] _ [A#m] _ Oh, _ _ _ [C] _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ [F] _ _ _
_ [A#] _ _ _ _ _ [Fm] _ _
_ [C#] _ _ _ [A#m] _ _ [Fm] _ _
_ [C#] _ _ [A#m] _ _ [A#] _ _ _
_ [Fm] _ _ _ another black, cockroach, your cops [Cm] gunshots, [C#] another body drop.
Creamer waking at the [Fm] bus stop.
Count your letter in the mailbox.
How she [C#] sweats.
He should bring the hands on the porch to get that extra [Fm] buck.
We'll get your face and rock bottom.
[C#] Great.
She bounced back on [A#m] top.
American dream, a nightmare.
Please make a stop.
Neighbors watching.
Hell modern [C] day dress.
God's clinging [Fm] rocks.
Black boy, white tank top, baggy jeans, red locks, [C#] streaming of that drop top.
Nonstop Chinese spot.
[Fm] Let me get a black and my navigate [C#] liquor stores, project floors [A#m] and baking.
We need [Fm] to have not when we have we [G#] become what [C#] we got.
Another car ride by system.
Not that new [A#m] shit.
Pedestrian shot.
Hip hop.
Going to stay a [C] track in the block.
The pain [G#] of back in the watch.
Single mother's hustle to punch the time clock.
Crime of cash [C#] crops.
Somebody wanted to die.
Drop ice. [Fm] Real master.
Kind heart.
That's hot.
Talks father.
[C#] The holograms.
Sun's waiting for the day to snuff.
[Fm] Uncle Sam.
Why not?
No [G#] sympathy for that [C#] man.
He get what he deserved.
[A#m] I said he get what he deserved.
Your look.
[C] And he get what he deserved.
Your [Fm] they keep telling me.
_ _ [G#] _
[C#] I _ [Fm] can see. _ _
[C#] _ I heard my [G#] sister.
[Fm] _ _ _
[C#] _ _ [A#m] Tell the world.
I'm sure.
Can you hear [C] me?
_ Another woman.
Rape.
Choke.
Batter.
Body found in the attic.
Contents of a purse scattered.
Leftover.
We shatter.
Clothes tattered.
Lipstick smeared.
Broken glass.
No news reports on the matter.
Nobody [C#] gathered.
Nothing changed.
Asked around about her name.
Some said Tamika.
Some claimed Lorraine.
The tag on her foot said Jane.
I wonder who she was.
Did she give and receive [G#] love?
Did [C] she fight back or just gave up?
She laid [Fm] there.
Legs cold.
Hair gold.
Framed in a [C#] child's pose.
Bruised nose.
Seamless.
Stayed [Cm] pantyhose.
Shot [Fm] dead.
On the radio.
Sorrow.
Singer through the window.
[C#] I wonder if pain has a temper.
I better [Fm] slow.
Streets survive.
Never lived.
Then we die.
[C#] Dreams of fur.
Glass.
Still and hot.
Born on the wrong [A#m] side.
Is there a right side?
Classified.
I label.
[C] Sober.
Nickel and dime.
And [Fm] who decide?
Our lives by a sign.
In order.
Down the line.
They treat.
They [C#] gentrified.
Push us outside the city lines.
Sirens.
[Fm] Frame the evening.
Robots for being nonwhite.
Reason.
[C#] Walking the streets.
Board cops.
They feening.
Probable [Fm] reason.
No donut shops to tease them.
[G#] Roll up.
[C#] On a couple cats.
Spanish speaking.
Mexicans.
But [A#m] they screaming Puerto Ricans.
They thinking they all the same.
[C] Fuck em.
Blow out their brains.
[Fm] Killing season.
It's war hour.
Wish they could take us all out.
Let the dogs [C#] out.
Niggas should be hanging from trees.
Auction off [Fm] now.
Load em up.
Blast until they all down.
Fire [C#] shots at full force now.
They never see the [Fm] courthouse.
Y'all.
[C#] They never see the [Cm] courthouse.
[C#] Y'all.
They never see [D#] the courthouse.
[A#] _ [Fm] _ _ _
[C] _ _ [Fm] _ _ _ _ _ _
[C#] _ _ _ _ [Fm] _ _ _ _
[C#] _ _ _ _ [Fm] _ _ _ _
[C#] _ _ _ _ [C] _ [A#m] _ _ _
[C] _ _ _ _ [Fm] _ _ _ _
[C#] _ _ _ _ [F] _ [Fm] _ _ _
[C#] _ _ _ _ [Fm] _ _ _ _
[C#] _ _ _ _ [A#m] _ _ _ _
[C] They _ _ [Fm] _ _ _ _
[C#] _ _ _ _ [Fm] _ _ _ _
[C#] _ _ _ [Fm] _ _ _ _ _
[G] _ _ [C#] _ _ _ _ _ _
[C] _ _ _ [Fm] _ _ _ _ _
[G] _ [C#] _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ [Cm] _ [Fm] _ _ _
[C#] _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
[E] _ _ _ _ [C#] _ _ _ _
[C] _ _ _ _ [C#] _ _ _ _
[C] _ _ _ [C#] _ _ _ _ _
[C] _ _ _ _ [C#] _ _ _ _
[Fm] _ _ _ never see the [F] courthouse.
[G] They [C#] never see it.
_ [D#] _ [C#] _ _ Siren.
Keep telling me.
_ _ _ _ [Fm] I heard [C#] my brother say.
_ Scream.
[A#m] _ You [C] hear.
_ _ Tell the [Fm] world. _
_ _ [C#] _ [Fm] Yea.
Through the.
House.
_ [C#] _ _ [G] _ [G#] [Fm] Another body drop.
[Cm] _ [C#] Somebody just got shot.
_ [A#m] Look your watch.
[G#] Today on the block.
[C] Today on the block.
Today on the block. _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _

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