Chords for Vic Mensa - We Could Be Free (Live Acoustic Performance)

Vic is a very special guy, hence _ all of _ our _ _ appearance. _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ And I just want to ask one thing.
I know this is like an industry event.
Don't do that industry shit where you listen to
albums like this. _
_ _ _ _ _ _
I hate that shit.
I don't even play my album for industry people no more.
I hate that shit.
So if you like an album, of _ _ course you're
going to love the album.
If you love a song, _ _ groove to it.
Have a good time.
That's what we're here for.
Vic is a very special talent.
He can do everything, sing well, _ rap well. _
He even engineers himself sometimes.
He's an incredible artist, like a once in a lifetime artist.
And _ _ I _ _ don't want to talk you guys to death without further
ado, _ I'm going to introduce the man himself. _
Vic Mensa, ladies and gentlemen. _
_ _ _ [Fm] _ _ _
_ _ _ [Cm] _ _ [Bb] _
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[Bb] _ _ [Ab] _ _ _ _
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[Bb] _ _ [Ab] _ _ _ _
We could be free _ _ [Cm] _ [Bb] if _ _ _ we only knew [Cm] we were slaves to [Bb] the
[Ab] pains of each other.
_ [F] One thing [Ab] I believe _ _ I [Bb]
can learn, [C] _ to see my
_ enemy as [Ab] my brother. _
We could be _ _ [Cm] free _ _ [Bb]
truly, _ _ _ and [Cm] love could wash [Bb] away all [Ab] the _ sorrows.
I'm not afraid to bleed _ _ _ [Bb] if it _ means _ [F] _
we'll [Cm] make up better _
[Bb] today, not [Ab] _ tomorrow. _
_ _ _ _ [Fm] _
One day I [Eb] dream of [Bb] telling my mama, you ain't
got to work no [Cm] more.
Same for my [Gm] father, [Bb] born in Ghana, down
[Eb] on that dirt road _ [Fm] floor.
Far [Eb] as he came, I [Bb]
can't complain.
Pain is so [Cm] subjective, spend so much time [Gm] counting [Eb] issues.
I forget to count [Gm] my [Fm] blessings, watch my cousins
back [Bb] at home getting water out of well, [Cm] while I watch my
brother [Bb] stacking [Ab] stone, whipping water [Eb] by the scale,
trying to [Fm] get a meal.
On the other [Eb] side, they [Bb] ain't got a meal.
We don't see we in [Cm] heaven, so we think we live in hell.
It's [Eb] been getting kind of hard to tell.
[Cm] _ _ _
[Eb] Sometimes I wake up [Bb] and I look up in the sky, [Eb] _ asking why I'm
alive [Ab] when so many _
[Eb] niggas die.
[Fm] But my pride won't let [Cm] me [Bb] give up, Lord, as hard as I [Cm] try.
In those times, I [Gm] try to [Bb] _ remember [Eb] _
that we [Fm] could be
free _ _ [Cm] _ _ [Bb] _
_ if we [Eb] only knew [Cm] we were slaves to
[Gm] the pains [Ab] of each other.
One [G] thing I [Fm] _
believe, _ _ _ [Bb] I've _ learned, _ to [Cm] see my _ enemy _
[Gm] as [Eb] my
brother, [Cm] then we [Fm] could be _ free.
_ _ _ [Bb]
Truly, _ _ _ and [Cm] love could wash away [Eb] all [Ab] the _ sorrows.
[Gm] And now the [Fm] friends who _ _ bleed, it [Bb] _
_ means _ we make [Cm] it better _
[Bb] today, not _ [Ab] tomorrow. _
[Eb] _ _ _ _ [C] _ _
_ _ _ _ [Bb] _ _
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_ [Cm] _ Love _ _
_ [Bb] _ _ [Fm] _ _ _
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_ _ _ [Eb] _ _ _
[Bb] _ _ _ _ _
will [Cm] make it better _ today, not _ [Ab] tomorrow. _
[Gm] _ _ _ [Fm] _ I don't want to wait for the [Bb] afterlife.
I don't want a vigil by _ [Cm] candlelight.
I don't want to be the new sacrifice.
[Ab] I don't want to turn [Eb] into a [Fm] poltergeist, be a ghost [F] at
night full of broken [Bb] dreams.
Mama [C] crying at an open casket, [Cm] cold as ice in a [Gm] suit,
three [Eb]-piece, all dressed up for Sunday masses. _
Pastors say put [Bb] faith in God, but faith alone can't [Gm] make things right.
Fuck is y'all to _ [Eb] patronize _ somebody's son who daddy [Fm] _ died?
Why they flood [Cm] Baton [Bb] Rouge?
Why the city's singing Alton's [Cm] blues?
Why, why, why, [Bb] why, I feel like [F] Jada Kiss every time I
watch the [Fm] news?
What the fuck I got [Gm] to lose?
So I'm [Bb] down to bleed if it means things [Cm] improve.
Fools saying all lives matter, [Ab] but it's black lives [Gm] you
refuse to [F] include.
Locked in the polls, locked in the hood, [Bb] trying to stop you
from voting, stop you from [Cm] going.
Cops keep blowing [Eb] and blowing.
[Ab] Keep blacks rocking the cotton, [G] they don't want you to [Eb] own them. _
Sometimes I [Cm] wake up and [Bb] I look up in the [Cm] sky, asking why [Gm] I
survived [Ab] all the days that [Eb] I could have died.
[Fm] Who am I in [Cm] my place [Bb] to _ contemplate _ [Gm] suicide?
_ [Cm] In those times I try to [Ab] remember. _ _
We could [Fm] be free, _ _ _ [Cm] _ _ [Bb]
truly, _ if we [Cm] only knew we were slaves [Gm] to
the brains [Ab] of each other.
[Gm] One thing [Fm] I _ believe, _ _ if I [Bb] could _ learn _ to [Cm] see my _ enemy _
[Bb] as
my [Ab] _ brother, [C] then we could [Fm] be free, _ [Cm] you [Bb] and _ me.
_ And [Cm] love could wash [Gm] away all the [Ab] _ sorrows.
[Gm] I'm not afraid [Fm] to _ bleed.
[F] _ _ _ [Bb] _
_ _ _ _ If it [Cm] makes her better _ [Bb] today, not [Ab] _ tomorrow. _
[C] _ _ _ [Ab] _ _ _
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[Bb] _ _ [C] _ _ _ [Dm] _
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