Cops shooting first then they askin' questions
Clock'd to a hearse they said they need protection
Glock's in her purse cuz she can feel the tension
Blocks always cursed cuz they classify em sections
Cops shooting first then they askin' questions
Clock'd to a hearse they said they need protection
Glock's in her purse cuz she can feel the tension
Blocks always cursed cuz they classify em sections
They killed em' for a forge they could've avoided that shit
They could've voided it
But for 10 dollars I bet those cops enjoyed that shit
He was unarmed handcuffed & knee into the neck
No a threat wasn't resisting he didn't break a sweat
No wonder why we call em' pork
They puttin' innocents belly's down
Because their pigment is a few shades darker brown
Was it cuz you think he lie & steal, So you make em lie from steel
Behind a shield & misled from the truth you thought was real
Cops say blacks strike fear in em what they fear is just themselves
They got squad cheering em just another trophy on there shelf
It's because their skin is black it's as simple as that
You don't believe me? But all the victims names is written in facts
When the world offers nothing it's hard not to steal
When the cops always busting in the yard just to kill
How can you be trusting when they scar just for thrills
It's disgusting put em' in the bars for your quota fill
RIP Trayvon RIP Eric Garner RIP Tamir Rice RIP Michael Brown
RIP Walter Scott RIP John Crawford RIP Oscar Grant & RIP Jonathan Ferrell
Cops shooting first then they askin' questions
Clock'd to a hearse they said they need protection
Glock's in her purse cuz she can feel the tension
Blocks always cursed cuz they classify em sections
Cops shooting first then they askin' questions
Clock'd to a hearse they said they need protection
Glock's in her purse cuz she can feel the tension
Blocks always cursed cuz they classify em sections
Will the police ever cease when they act elite
Will the peace ever piece or will they pack heat
You call em the streets but others call em home
You leave em in sheets while others shine chrome
The way that we live in the cops are the victims
It's hard just to give in they stricken with vixen
If you fell slippin intentions where wicked
The victims a villain with pistols that grip it
I'm sick of all this happening
A innocent black is attacked again
Then riots start with protest
Then silence met with the confess
A couple weeks later another shot in the chest
Which equals out to greater, it's a plot in their crest
Can we really stop this, Or is it beyond us
Cuz the cards that are dealt will always cost us
Man we need a change it doesn't make sense
Isn't it just strange, that they always fake offense
Lock us in a cage, Torture us then say it's in defensive
Hit em' with a gauge? Even disorders claim it's incentive
No justice.. no peace..
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Cops shooting first then they askin' questions
Clock'd to a hearse they said they need protection
Glock's in her purse cuz she can feel the tension
Blocks always cursed cuz they classify em sections
Cops shooting first then they askin' questions
Clock'd to a hearse they said they need protection
Glock's in her purse cuz she can feel the tension
Blocks always cursed cuz they classify em sections
They killed em' for a forge they could've avoided that shit
They could've voided it
But for 10 dollars I bet those cops enjoyed that shit
He was unarmed handcuffed & knee into the neck
No a threat wasn't resisting he didn't break a sweat
No wonder why we call em' pork
They puttin' innocents belly's down
Because their pigment is a few shades darker brown
Was it cuz you think he lie & steal, So you make em lie from steel
Behind a shield & misled from the truth you thought was real
Cops say blacks strike fear in em what they fear is just themselves
They got squad cheering em just another trophy on there shelf
It's because their skin is black it's as simple as that
You don't believe me? But all the victims names is written in facts
When the world offers nothing it's hard not to steal
When the cops always busting in the yard just to kill
How can you be trusting when they scar just for thrills
It's disgusting put em' in the bars for your quota fill
RIP Trayvon RIP Eric Garner RIP Tamir Rice RIP Michael Brown
RIP Walter Scott RIP John Crawford RIP Oscar Grant & RIP Jonathan Ferrell
Cops shooting first then they askin' questions
Clock'd to a hearse they said they need protection
Glock's in her purse cuz she can feel the tension
Blocks always cursed cuz they classify em sections
Cops shooting first then they askin' questions
Clock'd to a hearse they said they need protection
Glock's in her purse cuz she can feel the tension
Blocks always cursed cuz they classify em sections
Will the police ever cease when they act elite
Will the peace ever piece or will they pack heat
You call em the streets but others call em home
You leave em in sheets while others shine chrome
The way that we live in the cops are the victims
It's hard just to give in they stricken with vixen
If you fell slippin intentions where wicked
The victims a villain with pistols that grip it
I'm sick of all this happening
A innocent black is attacked again
Then riots start with protest
Then silence met with the confess
A couple weeks later another shot in the chest
Which equals out to greater, it's a plot in their crest
Can we really stop this, Or is it beyond us
Cuz the cards that are dealt will always cost us
Man we need a change it doesn't make sense
Isn't it just strange, that they always fake offense
Lock us in a cage, Torture us then say it's in defensive
Hit em' with a gauge? Even disorders claim it's incentive
No justice.. no peace..
Clock'd to a hearse they said they need protection
Glock's in her purse cuz she can feel the tension
Blocks always cursed cuz they classify em sections
Cops shooting first then they askin' questions
Clock'd to a hearse they said they need protection
Glock's in her purse cuz she can feel the tension
Blocks always cursed cuz they classify em sections
They killed em' for a forge they could've avoided that shit
They could've voided it
But for 10 dollars I bet those cops enjoyed that shit
He was unarmed handcuffed & knee into the neck
No a threat wasn't resisting he didn't break a sweat
No wonder why we call em' pork
They puttin' innocents belly's down
Because their pigment is a few shades darker brown
Was it cuz you think he lie & steal, So you make em lie from steel
Behind a shield & misled from the truth you thought was real
Cops say blacks strike fear in em what they fear is just themselves
They got squad cheering em just another trophy on there shelf
It's because their skin is black it's as simple as that
You don't believe me? But all the victims names is written in facts
When the world offers nothing it's hard not to steal
When the cops always busting in the yard just to kill
How can you be trusting when they scar just for thrills
It's disgusting put em' in the bars for your quota fill
RIP Trayvon RIP Eric Garner RIP Tamir Rice RIP Michael Brown
RIP Walter Scott RIP John Crawford RIP Oscar Grant & RIP Jonathan Ferrell
Cops shooting first then they askin' questions
Clock'd to a hearse they said they need protection
Glock's in her purse cuz she can feel the tension
Blocks always cursed cuz they classify em sections
Cops shooting first then they askin' questions
Clock'd to a hearse they said they need protection
Glock's in her purse cuz she can feel the tension
Blocks always cursed cuz they classify em sections
Will the police ever cease when they act elite
Will the peace ever piece or will they pack heat
You call em the streets but others call em home
You leave em in sheets while others shine chrome
The way that we live in the cops are the victims
It's hard just to give in they stricken with vixen
If you fell slippin intentions where wicked
The victims a villain with pistols that grip it
I'm sick of all this happening
A innocent black is attacked again
Then riots start with protest
Then silence met with the confess
A couple weeks later another shot in the chest
Which equals out to greater, it's a plot in their crest
Can we really stop this, Or is it beyond us
Cuz the cards that are dealt will always cost us
Man we need a change it doesn't make sense
Isn't it just strange, that they always fake offense
Lock us in a cage, Torture us then say it's in defensive
Hit em' with a gauge? Even disorders claim it's incentive
No justice.. no peace..
Writer: Anthony Mesojednik
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid