| Hands up, officer don’t shoot
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| Then pull your pants up, promise you won’t loot
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| We may never understand each other, it’s no use
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| We ain’t ever gonna grasp what each other goes through
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| Black boy, black boy, we ain’t gonna lie to you
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| Black boy, black boy, we don’t like the sight of you
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| Pull up on the side of you
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| Window rolled down, 'profile'
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| Then we wonder why we see this side of you
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| Probably comin' from the dope house
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| We could let you slide but your tail light is blew, out
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| We know you’re hidin' that Heidi Klum
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| On you another drug charge, homie, it’s back inside for you
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| And just in case a chase might ensue, we got that tried and true
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| Pistol drew right at you, we’d be delighted to unload it
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| In your back, then walk up and lay that taser on the side of you
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| Fucked up, but what the fuck am I to do?
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| I keep tellin' myself, keep doin' like you’re doin'
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| No matter how many lives you ruin
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| It’s for the red, white and blue
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| Time to go find a new one and split his head right in two
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| No one’s ever indicted you
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| Why? |
| 'Cause you’re a…
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| White boy, white boy, you’re a rockstar
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| My momma talkin' to me, tryna tell me how to live
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| White boy, white boy, in your cop car
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| But I don’t listen to her, 'cause my head is like a sieve
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| White boy, white boy, you’re untouchable
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| The world’s coming to an end, I don’t even care
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| Nobody can tell me shit 'cause I’m a big rockstar
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| Black boy, black boy, we don’t get your culture and
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| We don’t care what our government’s done to fuck you over, man
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| Don’t tell us your attitude’s a result of that
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| Balderdash, where’d you get the chip on your shoulder at?
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| Why you kicking that soda can?
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| Pull your pants up, we 'bout to roll up and
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| Throw your ass in the van cuffed
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| You don’t have to know our plans or what our intentions are
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| Our cards are close to our chest, you better show your hands
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| And put our minds more at ease
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| Or get shot in the thyroid, comply or die, boy
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| We’re fightin' a crime war, here come the swine
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| Tryna clean up the streets from all these minorities
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| That’s what we call 'em pigsties for
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| They’re like eyesores to police
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| Talk to you like just a piece of trash
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| Feels like we’re stuck in a time warp to me
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| As I kick these facts and get these mixed reactions
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| As this beat backspins, it’s like we’re drifting back in
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| To the sixties, having black skin is risky
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| 'Cause this keeps happening
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| Throughout history, African-Americans have been treated like shit
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| And I admit, there have been times where it’s been embarrassin' to be a…
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| White boy, white boy, you’re a rockstar
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| My momma talkin' to me, tryna tell me how to live
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| White boy, white boy, in your cop car
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| But I don’t listen to her, 'cause my head is like a sieve
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| White boy, white boy, you’re untouchable
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| The world’s coming to an end, I don’t even care
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| Nobody can tell me shit 'cause I’m a big rockstar
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| Pt. |
| II
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| Seems like the average lifespan of a white man
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| Is more than twice than a black life span
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| I wonder sometimes if it has a price scanner
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| I feel like checking out on life, can’t escape this circumstance
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| I’d rather hear 'em say «Die N-word» than Die Antwoord
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| Ninja, now it’s better disguised banter
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| But that’s life, strapped 'cause we’re strapped financially
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| And can’t find answers
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| We’re applying, but McDonald’s
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| Seems to be the only franchise that’ll hire
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| So how can we have higher standards?
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| As Dallas overshadows the battle for Black Lives Matter
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| We fight back with violence but acts like that are
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| Black eyes on the movement
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| Which makes black lives madder
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| At cops and cops madder
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| That’s why it’s at a stalemate
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| And can’t arrive at a compromise so it’s Black Ops
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| I wonder if we hire more black cops, the crap stops
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| The block is our backyards, officers, not the crack spot
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| Call the attack dogs off of us, man
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| You always act all pissed off at us at a traffic stop
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| And bad cops fuck it up for the good cops, and man, stop
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| Sendin' white cops in the black neighborhoods
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| Who ain’t acclimated to 'em, like that’s the way to do it
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| Who seen some fuckin' videos of rappers waving guns
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| And know nobody black so they act afraid of us |
| And that’s racism, the fear that a black face gives 'em
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| A subconscious racist
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| Wait, why are there black neighborhoods?
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| 'Cause America segregated us, designated us to an area
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| Separated us, Section-Eight'd us
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| When we tear it up’s the only time attention’s paid to us
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| And education sucks, and every day’s another
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| Freddie Gray for us, a levy breaks or fuzz
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| Why is it they treat us like dryer lint?
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| We just want a safe environment for our kids
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| But can’t escape the sirens
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| Don’t take a scientist to see our violent nature lies in
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| The poverty that we face so the crime rate’s the highest in
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| The lowest classes, it’s like a razor wire fence
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| And we’re trapped in these racial biases
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| That plague our society which makes our anxiety levels raise
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| Every time we see a devil’s face
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| Lions, tigers, and bears, oh my
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| It’s more like billy clubs and gats
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| And we really love it when you think we’re guilty ‘cause we’re black
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| «But you kill each other, facts
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| You peel each other’s caps, for silly stuff like hats»
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| Single mother strugglin' through substance abuse
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| While people with nothin' to lose shoot each other for shoes
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| Fuck your Republican views
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| Pull ourselves up by our bootstraps, where the fuck are the boots?
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| And streets act as a narrator, don’t gotta read comics
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| Or be that into characters, just to see that, just to be black
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| You better be strapped with a derringer
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| Or be «capped in America» like Steve Rogers
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| 'Cause no one oversees these cops and
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| All we see is 'em beat charges
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| We done seen 'em beat Rodney King unconscious, and got off
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| So we don’t need all you crooked police officers' peace offerings
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| Just keep marchin', 'til we reach congress
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| But they’re gonna say you’re tryin' to take an irrational stance
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| If you try to slander the flag but
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| Somebody has to be the sacrificial lamb
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| So they call it a Kaepernick tantrum
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| If you don’t stand for the national anthem
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| We raise it, you better praise it
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| Or you’ll be made to feel like a traitor, we’ll
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| Treat you like Rodney Dangerfield
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| Home of the brave is still racist 'ville
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| So this whole nation feels like a plantation field
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| In a country that claims that its foundation was based on United States ideals
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| That had its Natives killed
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| Got you singin' this star-spangled spiel
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| To a piece of cloth that represents the «Land of the Free» that made people
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| slaves to build |