Fuck...
Fuck, you hear that?
Bae, bae, you hear that?
No, no, no, fuck, you see that shit?
Fuck that shit, hand me my strap
At night I can't sleep
I toss and turn
And so I roll me some herb
And hope it's calming my nerves
Every night I hear a nigga die right out the window
Next morning read about it on the Cleveland Rememberance
And it be grown me, old men, women and children
Yeah we do it to ourselves 'cuz the devil is in us
And they ain't gotta send the Klan 'cuz they raisin' the killers
Put a man in a cage you can make a gorilla, nigga
Yo yo yo
(Peace, peace)
Yo what them niggas on bro?
(Who you talkin' about?)
See them niggas, man?
(Aw, them niggas?)
Man what them niggas on bro?
(Them niggas ain't on shit)
Fuck that, them niggas gettin' too close nigga
(What you tryna do?!)
Blast nigga, blast!
Who's that peepin' in my window?
Pow!
Look at me now, inside my head it's foul
When your mind playin' tricks
You try and get a fix
Of some dope or a bitch to try escape and forget
When your skin got a tint
And your prints on the blick
And your face on the flick
Make a nigga go schiz
I hear footsteps creepin' up on my shit
I see cameras on the streetlights when they lit
We on a lockdown they outside makin' changes
Take it in vein, the heroin or vaccinations
Whatever ya fascination
Whatever ya occupation
They take our brains and rape 'em that's the birth of a nation
Behold a pale horseman
Called law enforcement
Great granddaddy's overseer is he saw 'em
Report on post mortem told 'em hate was the motive
Cuz they know that he a soldier for the race of the chosen, niggas
Aww fuck, I know them niggas ain't behind us bro
I know they ain't behind us, man
Toss that shit bro we gotta get
Naw them niggas is, they trailin' us nigga go go go go go go!
Aw shit
If them bells lurkin' then twelves lurkin' the city in the ghost
My cell chirpin' keep it with me for the notice
Hope to God they won't tell
Shoot the messenger who post it, what's your motive?
Can see from every corner lights flicker in the distance
Head north and ride the district
Instagram mention
Got another victim missin'
Find the body in the parking lot
Broadway shootouts don't matter after dark or not
Broadway cookouts get clapped up from a parking spot
The law will keep it often hot
It's like a sport to meet the quota
If not then what if money's not?
It's wrong that we get often got
Paw policemen on the block
Say fuck twelve, pigs and then some
We're victims
They raped, skinned and lynched us
Threw us in the system
In the cesspool full of insulin
They'll arrest you and never mention when
Yo where my people's at from the B.L.M. Movement, huh?
They still ain't even found the protestors!
Free my people's man!
Free my people's man!
My mind playin' tricks on me