| I spit that shit the streets got to feel
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| For Mike Brown and Sean Bell, a cop got to get killed
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| Cause I’m black, police think they got the right to shoot me
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| No jail for them, their punishment is desk duty
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| They’re either killing us or throwing us in the cage
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| Martin Luther King is rolling over in his grave
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| (What happened to the dream?) Time to start killing these coppers
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| If Malcolm X was alive, he’ll be next to me with them choppers
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| (At the window) By any means necessary, let’s make 'em respect us
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| These cocksuckers supposed to protect us
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| Killing unarmed black men, making mothers holler
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| And this who the government paying with our tax dollars
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| All these unjustified shootings
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| Then they call us animals when we start looting
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| Those kids ain’t had no gun and the police knew it
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| Jay need to talk to Obama or let me do it
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| My hands up
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| (Yeah) Gonna feel like they just don’t understand us
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| (They don’t) Got to stay strong, hold on, keep our heads up
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| (You heard) Officer please don’t shoot cause my hands up
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| My hands up, my hands up
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| Look how they do us, they’re gunning us down
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| Black males on the menu, they’re hunting us down
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| Put your foot inside my shoes, been running for miles
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| Who can we call, we alone, who holding us down (nobody)
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| My lil' homie told me he ready to riot
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| Ferguson was on his mind, he ready to fire
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| Staring at a cop who got death in his eyes
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| He want to kill me, I can tell, so my hands in the sky
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| I’m stressing so I’m grabbing my mac 11
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| Told my mamma I’m a end up on Channel 11
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| Leaving in a box or they’ll take me away
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| Put away my Glock and I bought me a K
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| Black boys running from white cops
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| Who are they to determine just if our life stops
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| Please your honor, tell me if I’m a goner
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| «I can’t breath, they’re choking me», words from Eric Garner
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| You know this shit just ain’t right
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| My son ask me this morning, «Daddy, we safe, right?» |
| (No)
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| How the fuck I will tell him we ain’t got the same rights
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| They put our babies in coffins, this shit just ain’t life
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| They don’t even read us our rights (my hands up)
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| They don’t got to pay for taking a life (my hands up)
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| It’s like, even if they’re wrong, they’re right (my hands up
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| My hands up, my hands up) |