Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Kill Me First, artist - Blueprint. Album song 1988, in the genre Иностранный рок
Date of issue: 31.01.2007
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Rhymesayers Entertainment
Song language: English
Kill Me First |
Yeah; |
I’m often haunted by thoughts of crooked cops |
Glocks raised, blockin my sunrays and optimism |
It only takes one shot to take what we got |
The gift of life, and make your body start to stiffen |
It’s a shame that we each gotta lose |
Loved ones before we see tomorrow’s not given |
As sure as the sun shines, I’ll go for mine |
So when I die, at least I’ll know that I died livin |
Tim Thomas ran from two cops out to get him |
Into a dark alley, then two shots hit him |
Another inner city killing nobody witnessed |
Swept under the rug, as official police business |
I seen his moms on television, pleadin and cryin |
Tellin cops to stop killing |
And calm down the youth that choose not to listen |
One life, one love, but all we got is vengeance |
Now they’re on a burn down the Sin City mission |
Lookin for the pigs that licked shots and got missin |
You know it’s chaos even if you don’t hear it |
Cause the air smells like gun smoke and teen spirit |
Whatever is goin down I want to be near it |
When a thousand stand as one, you start to feel fearless |
Enough to walk across hot coal no matter how hot |
Break another window, maybe throw another rock |
Maybe so, maybe not (maybe so, maybe not) |
Maybe I’ll be the next black man to get shot |
Maybe so, maybe not (maybe so, maybe not) |
Maybe I’ll be the next black man to get shot, but, but. |
You’ll have to kill me first |
Before I get inside the paddywagon |
You took too many of my people |
Nobody knows what happened |
It’s kind of fucked up cause as a child I do remember Officer Friendly |
Homey that hit the crib later to peep the Chi sweeps |
Have you ever had your spot raided for dope, couches ripped |
Glass tables flipped, brass bent, dogs sniffin in the cereal |
NyQuil and aspirin tossed out the medicine cabinets |
Just to find these stupid motherfuckers had the wrong apartment |
No apologies or nothin, left my mother in tears |
After scramblin to get it destroyed, a life scarring |
Was bad enough my coat was wore and hell I even smiled |
When a cop sloppy in crossfire |
Hopin that she died in hallway piss |
Retribution for my feelings of bein cuffed to a fence |
Harassed in front of droppin my white she asked about some fuckin colors |
But ain’t no Crips from where I reside |
On one occasion walkin to Osco threatened by a dick |
Talkin 'bout we walkin down the wrong blocks |
Now that I think about it was the first time that I saw a Glock |
Upper loaded black barrel at eyelevel, these muh’fuckin heathens |
And I seen it in the bitch’s racist face that she wanted to pull |
Her image burned inside my mind forever |
Until I have yet to tell my seeds, Kaneisha still believes |
And I’m prayin it’s an occupation she don’t wanna ever see |
A living that my cousin wasn’t blue enough to be |
And ever since a child they made a lifelong enemy of me, shit |