Martin-Malcolm
Young Deuces
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This the thoughts of a nigga who was Martin Who went Malcolm, Now let me tell you where it all started l The flow smartened, police, they was making me cold hearted Turn this nigga from sleeper right into a whole spartan Now I'm masked up, Molotov cocktail in my palms To my pastor please come and recite a couple of psalms This was after, seeing my people treated so wrong Nigga back up, we won't be taking this shit for long F*ck that badge, nigga ain't no honor to yo medal Demanding respect homie, nigga we never settle Seems lost in translation you ain't speaking at my level Sit up straight when you speaking to the leader of the rebels Politicians probably missin the shit that I was probably kickin Politicking speaking and black lives was oddly mentioned White guys wit wrong intentions saying they probably listen But we know they won't so I'm jab jabbin karate kickin (Karate sound) fury fistin & nun chucks We got a president elected off of dumb luck This shits trash throw it all up in dump truck Throw ya Ewings on everybody getting pumped up Look my mind is on Martin, my heart pump Malcom Martin, Malcolm, Martin, Malcolm Look my mind is on Martin, my heart pump Malcom Martin, Malcolm, Martin, Malcolm Look my mind is on Martin, my heart pump Malcom Martin, Malcolm, Martin, Malcolm Look my mind is on Martin, my heart pump Malcom Martin, Malcolm, Martin, Malcolm All I want is... love and peace Let me cruise without the blues tryna f*ck wit me Let us protest without us leaving in custody Let's talk it out, keep it real homie, what's the beef? Why you throwing dirt on my race When you got us we ain't never heard of this place But you snatched us, expecting us to work in this place Nigga back up, don't you see the hurt in his face Shit is lame, 20-17 shit is the same New month, new hashtag shit is a shame If you ain't mad, then I'm saying shit you sick in the brain Another brother down, but they saying niggaz is slain So I'm just standing by this window Pistol gripping by any means and I know they know They try to hold me and put me down up inside a kennel But I'm movin' and boxing and slicing like I'm Kimbo I'm standing up for my dead roots it's our rights You not accepting the dead truth cause it's hard right They drop the poison infecting us with that hard white And then they kill us off loosies and broken car lights I mean the shit is ridiculous, so suspicious Malicious bigot's, positioned it Niggaz turned to militias We fixin shit, if you listenin Swift missions and pistol grips, mind militant , innocence Black lives remember it, Black Lives Remember it Look my mind is on Martin, my heart pump Malcom Martin, Malcolm, Martin, Malcolm Look my mind is on Martin, my heart pump Malcom Martin, Malcolm, Martin, Malcolm Look my mind is on Martin, my heart pump Malcom Martin, Malcolm, Martin, Malcolm Look my mind is on Martin, my heart pump Malcom Martin, Malcolm, Martin, Malcolm
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Written by: Rudolph Strong III
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