Lyrics:
Fire tarnished everywhere
Smoke prevent them
They can't breathe
The shadows
Our ancestors landed
In the hotbox
Mourn the lost
, by illustrated
right? What kind of cookies are these? Mom? Oh, they're Santander cookies. They're butter cookies. I looked it up in's. Spanish for fake ass bank. I live
dream
I can’t even buy my mom a crib off of these sixteens
rent was late again,
They said they need that by the fifteenth
I’ll make it work
Im
We're live in Marin City
Joining the manhunt for
The four suspects in the Marin City massacre
Where six police officers and
Three informants have
Keep yo hands up out my pockets
Cause I'm shooting now
Got to keep niggas in check
Watch how I do it now
We don't live by rules
We shoot in
the man say
R-R-Rock stone was my pillow could not find place fi sleep
Pot dem empty we haffi find food fi eat
Everyday we terrorize by soldier
collective energy.
To abuse the privilege is to sell your soul
and that is to rent with the illusion of owning.
We are the landlords.
If you misunderstand us,
(Wyclef)
I was sharing the report of Wyclef Jean who got pulled over by the police
And he was handcuffed and treated like a suspect
Uh, but then I was
Tired of mild reform
Sick of hand-me-downs
We topple all the theories to the ground:
All real change
Must come from below
Our bosses must live in
the world can't hide
Genocide niggas killing up they own kind
Murder, murder
Is something that I can't help
I even had to ride on some niggas by myself
I live
There's an intruder in my house
He cut my phone line, can't dial out (shit)
I scream for police, but I doubt
They're gonna hear me when I shout
Written by Dennis DeYoung
Lead Vocals by Dennis DeYoung
I flip the switch on my laser video
And there's the man staring back at me
He starts
would say
I grew up in America, in a ruthless neighborhood where we were not protected by police, uh
We grew up in ruthless environments, we grew up
Oh it's hot outside man
Meek Millys coming daddy
Hundred for the walkthrough I'm not who you talk to
Drive by wet you up, nigga that's a carpool
witneesed a driveby?
Okay, make sure you have your camcorder ready
to witness the extracurricular activities on blacks by the police,
so you and your
whaddup to all my thug-lawn, niggaz in plush cars
Rikers Island killers with rug scars, police fuck y'all (Yeah)
Live niggaz, I love y'all for
how I live, turned her into my girl
Getting money like a landlord on the first
The cards were never in my favor but you know tables turns
Bridges burn,
Aye, aye, aye, aye
Fuck I look like gettin caught slippin by a thot ho
I want all the beef I keep them shells like a taco
I be gettin to the cheese
cops now
Barely breathin tryin to keep from gettin shot down
Boo-yaow is the sound, bullet whizzed by
Still runnin like a nigga got nine lives
Don't
You say it's getting old but i call it vintage love now
Don't regret it now
At a human's price
Trying to live that life/can't slow down
Don't
eliminated
Families grieving over dead bodies police KKK and Nazis
War on black men and best believe them bitches beating bodies
Hate to see my people shine
Half the country fell asleep, but they scream, "Woke"
We're distracted by vaccines and TV shows
Politics, celebrity, gossip, popular neat quotes
the streets ain't all that."
I mean the calliope projects done change
Right from roges tablet you find the fuckin police man
And niggaz still servin bubble ups
Everywhere I go police they watching me
Its like the, more that I move the more I've got to be, prepared for the
Everywhere I go police they watching
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