[Intro] Don't shoot Tell the children to watch out, watch out Don't shoot Tell the children to watch out, watch out Don't shoot
[Skit] I'm here, I'm putting my life on the line for my people, I'm putting life on the line for everybody in this country. I believe in equality for everybody. And why do cops tell us we can't be like, like you said, we have a right to defend ourselves. Martial Law
They have complete domain over us, they are like Gods. If they tell you not to do something, you cannot do it. And if you do, they will treat you like a dog. You will be shot down. Well at least for a black man, I'm not sure for everybody but I do understand that, I hope it's not like that for everyone
[Hook] Tell the children to, watch out Keep runnin', runnin', runnin', runnin' They're gainin' on us, oh they're gainin' on us Keep runnin', runnin', runnin', runnin' (Keep on, keep on)
[Verse 1] Plot twists, just nana, me and the kids We in the crib, it's a quarter past ten "Where your brother at?" Run up in his room, pulled the cover back Where I'm from niggas leave the porch and they don't make it back Police light, nana starts pacing "Fuck the pigs want, what brings you here on this occasion?" Pow, pow, pow, pow, pow Boys been gunned down, your boys is having fun now With our blood and our sons, disturbing the peace He's more afraid of him when he's the one with the piece? Aaah, nana drop, she hollering "Why God?!" Police be telling us it's nothing but their job They profile us Then they wonder why he grow up being prejudice and so violent It trickles down from the rich to the poor They'll fuck with you cause they can't believe that it's yours Registration, I'll give these fucking streets motivation They wanna take us out so they start making allegations I'm fed up Police coming so we sped up My nana told me "fuck twelve keep yo' head up"
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[Verse 2:] King died for us niggas living in poverty 50 years later we still don't have equality, it bothers me A badge is a pass to do whatever So now we living in fear of the people here to protect us Yo, they lie and disrespect us, kill us, and then neglect us The problem when nobody sees the view from our perspective My people shed blood from the acres you had stole Now my people shedding blood on the gravel left in the cold How these news anchors talking 'bout the struggle These niggas had it good, never had a pat down up in their hood Never had to take a charge, never had to stop the car Never had to hit the stands so you would never understand Be one hunnid, I'll meet you at the top just like a summit My flows are abundant, I'ma make you sound redundant I really am messiah, bless the whip but [?] tires When I'm riding out I hope them crooked niggas see me flying uh
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