| Me a couple my homies, stop for breakfast at Shoney’s
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| Tryin to fuck wit these shawties, than the Lord they don’t know me
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| We from public housing, we turn the shit to 3000
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| You can say we hood, fitted under my hood
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| We just minding our business, coppers stoppin and frisk us
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| Young black an ambitious, so I guess that’s acting suspicious
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| Demonize my culture, criminalize my kin
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| Djezuz Djonez done told ya, they hatin on my skin
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| Hit the AM/PM, cop gas and three Black & Milds
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| Cracker run up on me, tellin me to turn my shit down now
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| I roll my windows back up, turn the music back up
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| Cause we ain’t botherin nobody, these crackers fuckin with us
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| This asshole gone lose it, if I keep playing my music
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| We just some high school students, and this the way that we do it
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| We ain’t fuckin with you and don’t no why the fuck is you shootin
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| Stand your ground is sounding confusing, when you the one that’s pursuing
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| These three degrees mean NOTHING!
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| These Phd’s ain’t NOTHING!
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| If you ain’t white, fuck your rights
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| They take ya life like its NOTHING!
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| Just take ya life like its NOTHING!
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| If you ain’t white, fuck Human Rights
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| They take ya life like its NOTHING!
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| Try to cop a box of cigarello’s
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| Put a couple of spots on my halo
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| Couple of blocks from the bodego
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| Cop stop to get his hate on
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| I’m black and that’s who they hate on
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| In fact the cracker ain’t take long
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| To shoot to kill and I’m unarmed,
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| Said he feared for life, but got a gun on
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| I fast and pray that when I’m gone
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| My daddy spends his life
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| Fillin morgues with cops galore
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| His daughters, sons, his wife
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| No civil suits, no protests
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| No hollow speech from the POTUS
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| Just hollow-points, and broken joints
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| Cause my black life is worth no less
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| REPEAT CHORUS
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| Nahhh, I ain’t no gangster, never been no thug
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| Never did no bid, never sold no drugs
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| Shit my grade point average, I mean my GPA
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| Done jumped to 4.0, but I was good at 3.8
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| So why these crackers be hating?
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| They quick to say that I’m banging
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| They criminalize my friends
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| so they can shoot and claim self defense
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| They shootin me with impunity but they soon to see what they did
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| He was only twelve just a kid, she never reached her eighth year
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| He was at a Wal-Mart when a cracker called saying for my life I’m in fear
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| They can take my life when they scared, So, they pretend to be scared
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| Being black it ain’t safe here
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| you can ignore the facts or be clear (Yo!)
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| I’m just being sincere, this here is where the sin sears
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| I just want to go home, please — leave me da fuck alone
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| Six cops illegal choke-holds, cell phones captured video
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| Now I can’t breathe and I’m gone
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| Police corruption exposed
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| Still no trial and I’m six feet down
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| While my seeds pray over my soul |