| Can’t you see we living in a war zone?
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| Guess you don’t notice when you living in it
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| Like every weekend it’s a man down
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| Ain’t got no pity for the innocent so I’ma represent it
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| Dedicated, tell 'em
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| Hands up, can’t breathe
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| Hands up, can’t breathe
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| Hands up, can’t breathe
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| Hands up, can’t you see we living in a war zone?
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| They left his body swangin' down in Piedmont
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| At a Klan rally the day before, but that ain’t mean nothing
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| Witness said suicide, I said genocide
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| Hey what you got a gun for? |
| Boy you ain’t finna ride
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| They run up on you like Baton Rouge, bet you finna hide
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| That’s the difference 'tween us,
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| I’ll die to save a million lives
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| Appointed leader when nobody couldn’t think of shit
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| I’ll be a martyr if my great grandaughter benefit
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| They pull you over, ask you where your license at
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| Be careful reachin' for it,
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| you know you can die for that
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| And this ain’t nothin' new,
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| just got cameras so you can see the shit
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| Got Dr. King and Abe Lincoln askin' where the freedom at
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| This ain’t no equality
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| Man you ain’t have no justice on your mind when you shot at me
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| But fuck it, this the way it gotta be
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| Hey listen, you won’t shoot at them then shoot at me?
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| Boy you are not a G
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| Imagine Trayvon askin' why you followed me
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| Feel threatened, hit him and whip him,
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| that’s when he shot him down
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| Do that to a grown fuckin' man, drop where you stand
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| Tell my grandma go on with all that prayin'
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| If it’s a God and he in the sky, he looking down, he understand
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| I’m just a man, and I’m wrong for revenge
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| But I don’t get 'em it’s like tellin' him to gon' kill again
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| Keep fucking around, it’s going to be on in a minute
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| Boy we living in a war zone
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| Guess you don’t notice when you living in it
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| Like every weekend it’s a man down
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| Ain’t got no pity for the innocent so I’ma represent it
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| Dedicated, tell 'em
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| Hands up, can’t breathe
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| Hands up, can’t breathe
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| Hands up, can’t breathe
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| Hands up, can’t you see we living in a war zone?
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| This goes to the white boy that ran in the old church
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| I hope you get slow murked, and they torture you slow first
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| Ran in our place of worship to slaughter our grandma
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| Won’t go kamikaze for that, well what would you die for?
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| Hold up… I’ll wait, I’ll wait
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| Heard it from buddy who took for the fall for Watergate
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| The war on drugs was just a war on us
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| Give us all these guns, give us all this dust
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| Change all them laws, lock all of us up
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| Went from Freeway Ricky, on to BMF (free Meech)
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| Then hip hop came, that’s when we got rich
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| Cause white kids gravitated to it like all of us did
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| And that’s when they got slick
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| Invented the technology to take our shit
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| Diluted all of the artistry
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| Pardon me, somebody tell me what happened to Alton
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| Sterling, killed Philando right in front of the girl
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| And the world saw
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| Everybody’s reaction was, «Hell naw»
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| This modern day slavery, the prison publicly traded
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| And the jig’s up
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| The Constitution and Emancipation Proclamation’s just a fuckin' piece of paper
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| Can’t you see we living in a war zone?
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| Guess you don’t notice when you living in it
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| Like every weekend it’s a man down
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| Ain’t got no pity for the innocent so I’ma represent it
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| Dedicated, tell 'em,"Hands up, can’t breathe
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| Hands up, can’t breathe
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| Hands up, can’t breathe"
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| Hands up, can’t you see we living in a war zone? |