The greatest weapon that has prospered against us
Is the story that they offer to convince us
Me vs the perils
Of badges and barrels
The officer fears for her life
And I've been raised not to forget that I'm a subject
Who by breathing is a threat to the republic
Perhaps I can parse
What living this farce
Is actually like
Lately I admit
I can be a nihilist
But if Officer Friendly
Finds reason to end me
It's not because I gave her one
The shortest distance from the cradle to the casket
Is to go about the business of your blackness
Write your last stanza
Before body cameras
The officer fears for her life
And we've been filling up the streets and saying their names
But it really can't compete with tainted airwaves
Quick to excuse
Misguided views
We're snatching the mic
Lately I admit
I can be a nihilist
But the kid isn't crazy about pushing up daisies
I know I'm not a favorite son
Life in your crosshair
Hasn't been a crystal stair
But if Officer Friendly
Finds reason to end me
It's not because I gave her one
When they go low
We go six feet under
Hey Five-O
You go low
We go six feet under
Hey Five-0
I didn't stutter
Lately I admit
I can be a nihilist
But the kid isn't crazy about pushing up daisies
I know I'm not a favorite son
Life in your crosshair
Hasn't been a crystal stair
But if Officer Friendly
Finds reason to end me
It's not because I gave her one
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English
The greatest weapon that has prospered against us
Is the story that they offer to convince us
Me vs the perils
Of badges and barrels
The officer fears for her life
And I've been raised not to forget that I'm a subject
Who by breathing is a threat to the republic
Perhaps I can parse
What living this farce
Is actually like
Lately I admit
I can be a nihilist
But if Officer Friendly
Finds reason to end me
It's not because I gave her one
The shortest distance from the cradle to the casket
Is to go about the business of your blackness
Write your last stanza
Before body cameras
The officer fears for her life
And we've been filling up the streets and saying their names
But it really can't compete with tainted airwaves
Quick to excuse
Misguided views
We're snatching the mic
Lately I admit
I can be a nihilist
But the kid isn't crazy about pushing up daisies
I know I'm not a favorite son
Life in your crosshair
Hasn't been a crystal stair
But if Officer Friendly
Finds reason to end me
It's not because I gave her one
When they go low
We go six feet under
Hey Five-O
You go low
We go six feet under
Hey Five-0
I didn't stutter
Lately I admit
I can be a nihilist
But the kid isn't crazy about pushing up daisies
I know I'm not a favorite son
Life in your crosshair
Hasn't been a crystal stair
But if Officer Friendly
Finds reason to end me
It's not because I gave her one
Is the story that they offer to convince us
Me vs the perils
Of badges and barrels
The officer fears for her life
And I've been raised not to forget that I'm a subject
Who by breathing is a threat to the republic
Perhaps I can parse
What living this farce
Is actually like
Lately I admit
I can be a nihilist
But if Officer Friendly
Finds reason to end me
It's not because I gave her one
The shortest distance from the cradle to the casket
Is to go about the business of your blackness
Write your last stanza
Before body cameras
The officer fears for her life
And we've been filling up the streets and saying their names
But it really can't compete with tainted airwaves
Quick to excuse
Misguided views
We're snatching the mic
Lately I admit
I can be a nihilist
But the kid isn't crazy about pushing up daisies
I know I'm not a favorite son
Life in your crosshair
Hasn't been a crystal stair
But if Officer Friendly
Finds reason to end me
It's not because I gave her one
When they go low
We go six feet under
Hey Five-O
You go low
We go six feet under
Hey Five-0
I didn't stutter
Lately I admit
I can be a nihilist
But the kid isn't crazy about pushing up daisies
I know I'm not a favorite son
Life in your crosshair
Hasn't been a crystal stair
But if Officer Friendly
Finds reason to end me
It's not because I gave her one
Writer: G'Ra Asim
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