Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Nothing, artist - Wise Intelligent. Album song TheBlueKluxKlan, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 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 |