| I just got off of work officer
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| I just got off of work officer
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| I grew up in church officer
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| Loosen the cuffs for me, that shit kind of hurt officer
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| No questioning at all, you put my face in the dirt officer
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| Why it feel like death and like I’m bout to get murked officer
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| I ain’t packin' nothin', told that shit to the first officer
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| You stoppin' me ‘cause you enjoyin' the perks officer?
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| Please let me go, my baby bout to give birth officer
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| Now you got yo foot on my back and yo heat on my head
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| Spit in my face, that’s worse than puttin' feet on my bed
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| All for a quota, look how yo people treat me for bread
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| Innocent man, so you shoot me and leave me for dead
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| Damn, mama watchin' the news, it got her dumb cryin'
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| Nigga bleedin' out on the ground, she see her son dyin'
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| It’s only one Ryan, she know that and she need me here
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| So be a solider for real, and jut don’t leave me here
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| That’s how you gon act boy?!
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| Wish I had my strap boy!
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| Wish I knew that y’all be blackin' out ‘cause I’m a Black boy
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| Black skin rappin' for the Blacks, you callin' that noise?! |
| Point the gun at my head and then you tell me act poised
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| Come in my hood and watch you nigga’s get drowned
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| This how I feel when white cops go tell a nigga get down:
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| «So get down nigga! |
| Lay down and stay down nigga!
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| And keep your hands behind your back or I’mma spray round nigga!
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| Pulled over so much you gotta catch the Greyhound nigga!
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| Yo hands up, you blink wrong, it’s gon be mayhem nigga!»
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| Facts
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| Yo gun out, and you shootin' ‘cause I scared you?!
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| Well if you get to shoot ‘cause you scared, nigga I’m scared too!
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| Why we can’t be equal homie?!
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| Why my movie can’t be long enough to see the sequel homie?!
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| You act like the reaper homie!
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| Why I can’t stand in the street just for my people homie?!
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| Y’all injecting us with poison and that shit is lethal homie
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| Damn, it’s like how I’m s’posed to love y’all?
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| When all you do is act like no one is above y’all
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| And now I’m feelin' like. |
| .. how much do that love cost?
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| Instead of real love, it really feel like love lost
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| I’ll die for my freedom, let’s get real for it |
| It’s what it’s like when you Black, and you get killed for it |