Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Nothing , by - Wise Intelligent. Song from the album TheBlueKluxKlan, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопRelease date: 20.02.2017
Record label: Intelligent Muzik Group
Song language: English
Nothing |
| Me a couple my homies, stop for breakfast at Shoney’s |
| Tryin to fuck wit these shawties, than the Lord they don’t know me |
| We from public housing, we turn the shit to 3000 |
| You can say we hood, fitted under my hood |
| We just minding our business, coppers stoppin and frisk us |
| Young black an ambitious, so I guess that’s acting suspicious |
| Demonize my culture, criminalize my kin |
| Djezuz Djonez done told ya, they hatin on my skin |
| Hit the AM/PM, cop gas and three Black & Milds |
| Cracker run up on me, tellin me to turn my shit down now |
| I roll my windows back up, turn the music back up |
| Cause we ain’t botherin nobody, these crackers fuckin with us |
| This asshole gone lose it, if I keep playing my music |
| We just some high school students, and this the way that we do it |
| We ain’t fuckin with you and don’t no why the fuck is you shootin |
| Stand your ground is sounding confusing, when you the one that’s pursuing |
| These three degrees mean NOTHING! |
| These Phd’s ain’t NOTHING! |
| If you ain’t white, fuck your rights |
| They take ya life like its NOTHING! |
| Just take ya life like its NOTHING! |
| If you ain’t white, fuck Human Rights |
| They take ya life like its NOTHING! |
| Try to cop a box of cigarello’s |
| Put a couple of spots on my halo |
| Couple of blocks from the bodego |
| Cop stop to get his hate on |
| I’m black and that’s who they hate on |
| In fact the cracker ain’t take long |
| To shoot to kill and I’m unarmed, |
| Said he feared for life, but got a gun on |
| I fast and pray that when I’m gone |
| My daddy spends his life |
| Fillin morgues with cops galore |
| His daughters, sons, his wife |
| No civil suits, no protests |
| No hollow speech from the POTUS |
| Just hollow-points, and broken joints |
| Cause my black life is worth no less |
| REPEAT CHORUS |
| Nahhh, I ain’t no gangster, never been no thug |
| Never did no bid, never sold no drugs |
| Shit my grade point average, I mean my GPA |
| Done jumped to 4.0, but I was good at 3.8 |
| So why these crackers be hating? |
| They quick to say that I’m banging |
| They criminalize my friends |
| so they can shoot and claim self defense |
| They shootin me with impunity but they soon to see what they did |
| He was only twelve just a kid, she never reached her eighth year |
| He was at a Wal-Mart when a cracker called saying for my life I’m in fear |
| They can take my life when they scared, So, they pretend to be scared |
| Being black it ain’t safe here |
| you can ignore the facts or be clear (Yo!) |
| I’m just being sincere, this here is where the sin sears |
| I just want to go home, please — leave me da fuck alone |
| Six cops illegal choke-holds, cell phones captured video |
| Now I can’t breathe and I’m gone |
| Police corruption exposed |
| Still no trial and I’m six feet down |
| While my seeds pray over my soul |