[Hook] Police enforcement, racial fever When they scarred my wrist it got deeper From the Windrush plot it got peaker When they shot Ahmaud it got realer Then it brought back visions of Eric Like, look at that cop and where his knees are If you burn that house to the ground I'mma fan that flame 'til they can't breathe either
[Verse] I seen my dealer, to the left of me there with a teacher To the right of me there with a wise man And we all fight for the same reason Talk of conscience, I've got a conscience but Look at that cunt and what his knee done I heard that he went round town with a make Whites great again cap on in the evening I know that my grandma's reeling From wherever she's watching this I know that my dead friend's screaming Tryna tell me had to stop this shit Give me back my freedoms These shackles where the locks don't fit Eh, give me back my peoples Or I'm coming with rocks and sticks And they' comin' with shotties and AK's And we comin' with fingers that twitch From a lifetime on the defensive From some disgusting evil pigs My nigga just came out the jailhouse For one crime that he never even did My next bro got locked 'cause of cocaine Like they didn't put the cocaine on his strip And then you got man like OJ Who don't even wan' rep the ting You corrupted the mind of our idols And distructed the lives of our kids And they don't wanna see us in Parliament And they don't wanna see us in flicks And they don't wanna see us in public And their whole body weight on our ribs And we scream but they just keep leaning And we plea but the glove don't lift And we beg and we cry and we suffer And somehow, the grudge don't shift And it gets to the point of your lifetime Where you clock that you've got ONE to live So you grab suttin' heavy to the right of you Oh, look what it is it's a stick And you run down the road to the protest With so much hate you could trip And you spray it at the nearest police Like Liam Neeson but switched And the cops come now they got a reason And you're locked up now you're a myth Oh, now you're a crazy black man Like you ain't been tortured from a kid Like, you ain't been tortured from a embryo Like you ain't been tortured from a cell Like, you ain't had the fear of a cell in your mind As a young black man that does well Let alone a black man with some issues Let alone a black man that fail Meanwhile you got Andrew and dem man Doing what they're doing never went jail
[Hook] Police enforcement, racial fever When they scarred my wrist it got deeper From the Windrush plot it got peaker When they shot Ahmaud it got realer Then it brought back visions of Eric Like, look at that cunt and where his knees are If you burn that house to the ground I'mma fan that flame 'til they can't breathe eitherTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
