Chords for Derek Minor - Nothing To Something ft. Propaganda & Aaron Cole

_ We ain't never [Gb] had [Abm] nothing We ain't never had nothing
Tryna turn it into something _ We [Gb] ain't [Abm] never had nothing
But we tryna turn this nothing into something, yeah, yeah
Into something, yeah, yeah Into something
Into _ something, yeah, yeah We ain't never had nothing
But we tryna turn this nothing into something, yeah, yeah
Why don't you judge me?
Please don't you judge me
You supposed to be honest
You looking down [Ab] like you standing above me but I'm so used to that
America acting like [Gb] they send us down bloody [Abm] parts
They just blame it on us
Land that are free was built for free
Offer any bag, they just take it from us
Enslaved us and took our culture to none [Eb] left
Beat us and broke us with [Abm] no surrounding
Sold our families and raped our mothers with no respect
And told us if we learn to read it we'll be certain death
And that's the hand that we was dealt played it through Jim Crow
White hoods and shotguns intimidate our foe
But still we persist and try to believe
Even if assassins kill our kings with dreams
And I ain't asking for no sympathy
But the difference [Gb] in our history often [Abm] affects who we intend to be
And don't you dare talk about a broken home
Cause for 250 years all our families was barred so
Still tryna put it together, I feel it's taking forever
[Gb] And ain't for lack of trying, [Eb] we tryna do better
_ Gotta rise above it
Tryna turn this nothing into something
[Abm] We ain't never had nothing
We ain't never had nothing
Tryna turn it into something
_ _ [Gb] We ain't never [Abm] had nothing
But we tryna turn this nothing into something _ Into _ something _ _ _
Into something [Db] Into something _
[Abm] _ _ We ain't never [Eb] had nothing
[B] But we tryna turn this nothing into [Abm] something
_ _ Homie [Gb] let me learn you a [Abm] trick
Black people teach you how to breathe it though
X and E hello, something out of nothing, you should see it though
It's black boy joy and black boy fly
[Eb] Black girl rock, hit the rock, make it cry
Hold the [Eb] staff of Moses, can't call it it's magic
From 10,000 hours and out of Abedin
Couple, [Abm] couple noodles and hot links
A gourmet feast, [Eb] a miracle, nothing short of trees
Sprouting [Abm] out concrete
Yeah, right out the concrete
Yeah, y'all'll be on big
The 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 tryna say to you
Why I gotta explain it ain't plain to you, huh?
I never had nothing but nothing was sufficient
[Gb] Kept my belly full of the stuff the rich [Abm] was missing
Y'all could grow a little, your little minds could listen
Privilege you protect is me, y'all a victim
You think you blameless, I know you shameless
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
We ain't never had nothing _
We ain't never had nothing
Tryna turn it into something
We _ [Gb] ain't never [Abm] had nothing
But we tryna 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 tryna turn this nothing into something Yeah, yeah
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