| I been staring at the sun for days
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| Look mama, there go them gamma rays
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| I heard they keep us blind to the world and all its shady ways
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| They see my skin tone plus a shade of grey
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| Take they reign away, uh
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| Bandanas the only flags in my area
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| The lights, red, white and blue welcome to Black America
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| Afro Americana persona I ain’t a fool, dog, I’m on my way to school
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| I’m a threat to who?
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| Fuck ya stereotypes turn your speakers up
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| Pair of J’s speak into the mic 'cause they not hearing us
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| Windows down, hell yeah, I’m banging some rap
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| Disturb the peace you ain’t flick me for that
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| Your real reason was…
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| Nothing until I my baggie wandered to your nostril pubics
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| You were clueless as a mental patient twisting up a Rubix, cube
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| Dude you square as this box of cigarettes
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| I go nestled down in my left breast, fuck what you bout to say next
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| Told him I come to defecate on all your lies and hatred
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| Reminding me of the faces that been pillaging the ages
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| Fouling so flagrant, hope you don’t see it but it’s blatant
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| Ironic you’re still gon' write your ticket even while I’m saying this shit
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| See that’s the reason my niggas not fucking with you
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| The hypocritical criminals with Anthrax in a envelope
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| Here we go, DWBing through the burbs, I got an interview
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| And hope I don’t get stopped cause of my skin hue
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| In the ghetto, driving while Black, driving while Black, driving while Black
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| In the suburbs, driving while Black, driving while Black, driving while Black
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| Worldwide, driving while Black, driving while Black, driving while Black
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| It don’t matter where you go, it don’t matter what you do
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| Even if you in a Benz, you still a nigga in a coupe
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| When I was just a boy I noticed what they do
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| The biggest criminal wears a uniform and a suit
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| The minority authority, protecting and profiling, generalizing, look
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| I’m just reaching for my wallet, I’m alone and you calling back-up
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| Causing a scene with a knack for making traffic infractions into times for me
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| to act up
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| Hand on your pistol approaching my window, like I’m a criminal
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| Cause my plates outdated, I’m acting how you expect me to
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| Putting knees in our backs, you don’t cuff us as individuals
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| You treat the 9 to 5 Black guy the same as the trap guy
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| The biggest coward abuses his power from Adolph Hitler to law enforcement
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| Excessive force is enormous horse shit, Miranda rights are abortion to freedom
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| after speeding
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| Them reading them after you step out of your seat and shit
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| Illegally searching your vehicle, mouthing off tryna get you to retaliate
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| So they can say you’re resisting arrest and put you in check
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| The undercover trafficker, the cultural assassin
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| Population control, build lies by the fragments
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| Hiding behind badges, stop you and then your ass get
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| A driving while Black, kid, shit
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| In the ghetto, driving while Black, driving while Black, driving while Black
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| In the suburbs, driving while Black, driving while Black, driving while Black
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| Worldwide, driving while Black, driving while Black, driving while Black
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| It don’t matter where you go, it don’t matter what you do
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| Even if you in a Benz, you still a nigga in a coupe |