Lyrics:
Hoods across America it's just another Monday
A million ways to die but it shouldn't be this 1 way
By the hands of the Law, our grandparents taught us all
To take a walk in central park
And marvel at God's creation
But then
To be approached
By yet
Another Karen
Who forgot
That as a child
We were taught
To not
I'm just tryna shine
Fuck friends I want the bag so it's time to give me mine
Aye you know what the fuck it is it's Eric Carter Serious Biz
ceiling
I don't really give a dang how you feeling
Whole team round and yeah we all winning
Yeah Connor Price but the globe ain't spinning
Yet all my people
the worse will vary
I heard you make 'em worry, that this for the loot
They intimidated by the rounds that a tank shoot
Tank dawgs salute
Every
the worse will vary
I heard you make 'em worry, that this for the loot
They intimidated by the rounds that a tank shoot
Tank dawgs salute
Every
As we approach the mates
All hop out
Dap each other up
They got my briefcase ready
Door handle untouched
By me
We got people to do it for us
Sike
We
Hands up don't shoot, don't choke me
5 under cover cops to hold me,
I can't breathe
What is it about me,
No indictment
What is it about mike, Eric
and it’s gradually sinking
People of color lay in bed at night unsettled and unblinking
I wish racial equality was more than wishful thinking
You can
grows in Pennsylvania
I know she's from Jersey
These are the slavery chords I was taught by my grandmother
The things she whispered in my ear
She taught
You know I got a letter from a friend of mine
In Newcastle upon a Tyne the other day
He said to me, "Eric, I heard you've been havin'
Some trouble
my loved ones
I'm sorry my deepest condolences Lakrisha
RIP Eric and Big Wheaty some good people
Mr Alvin Mr Larry Ms Mary wit dem cold cups
Pass by Ms
crashin'
But if I go to Heaven would ya'll know my name
Or would it be the same for you like I was Eric Clapton, huh?
Clap for your freedom dog, that's
crashin'
But if I go to Heaven would ya'll know my name
Or would it be the same for you like I was Eric Clapton, huh?
Clap for your freedom dog, that's
Welcome To PrimeTime bitch
Yeah
They can't denied
I'm in my own mood they never gon get pull up on the block
U know everything I do is legit always
much background in political
Science but this much I know: Attending
Rallies sponsored by 110-percent
Anti-Communist cultists
Or donning white sheets
black ain't easy shit won't tossed underhand
Especially when some people still want us back in the Motherland
But I got other shit going on so fuck it man
of tragedy
Whole lotta my people in poverty
Walk around Head set like my hands are free
And I can still get popped by the damn police
Uh
No place for
All tricks I'm in the mist
My name's Oliver twist
You don't know the Eric
That exists he exits as soon as life
Hits his solar plexus
It's infectious
the dick
Get's the fuck out after you're done
And I hops in my ride to make a quick run
[Dr. Dre]
I used to know a bitch named Eric Wright
We used
know no matter how much
I sing about happy people and love and all of those good things
There's still gonna be somebody out there with attitude, right?
ringing all around
Yeah, you can't play it down
But you want it to feel right now
There's a lot of people
(There's a lot of people)
(I know, know
Ummmmm
Ahhhhhhhhh
Yeaaaa
Ba-by
I hear your cry
I hear your cry
There’s to many of my people dying
There ain’t enough of us crying
They tell you no no
crashin'
But if I go to Heaven would ya'll know my name
Or would it be the same for you like I was Eric Clapton, huh?
Clap for your freedom dog, that's
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