My letter to the system, listen
Why you picking on me cause I'm black
Why you hatin on me cause I'm strapped
Yeah a nigga gotta watch his back
My best friend got murdered
I will never forget, we was younger then shit
I stayed with the gun but he fought with his fists
To look at it now I'm still f*cking pissed
I wish he would've listened
Don't fight that nigga
Just squeeze that trigga
But he didn't and the nigga turned around hittin
Two shots in the back and one to the head
Damn, my nigga is dead
Until you step in our shoes and walk them miles
You will never get why we hide them smiles
You will never get why we scream black power
I bet it's easy to be white but harder to right
I know it's easy to shame us, judging and blame us
But you ain't never lived this life
You ain't never had this fight
You ain't never feared those cops
You ain't never heard those shots
You step on our people, we want to be equal
Strive to better, change like the weather
They think it's a game put in this position
While we being framed for speaking a oppression
What are you doing boy
Where do you think you're going
Who do you think you are
These are the questions that niggas are facing before we get pulled out the car
How did it get to this point
He said it smelled like a joint
What a good f*cking excuse
But he made it up for the cause
Cause he is looking for this
A nigga to open his jaws
Why is your hand on your gun
I'm guessing he's planning to use it
But I gotta live for the moment
Don't let'em all f*cking abuse it
My letter to the system, listen
Why you picking on me cause I'm black
Why you hatin on me cause I'm strapped
Yeah a nigga gotta watch his back
My best friend got murdered
I will never forget, we was younger then shit
I stayed with the gun but he fought with his fists
To look at it now I'm still f*cking pissed
I wish he would've listened
Don't fight that nigga
Just squeeze that trigga
But he didn't and the nigga turned around hittin
Two shots in the back and one to the head
Damn, my nigga is dead
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My letter to the system, listen
Why you picking on me cause I'm black
Why you hatin on me cause I'm strapped
Yeah a nigga gotta watch his back
My best friend got murdered
I will never forget, we was younger then shit
I stayed with the gun but he fought with his fists
To look at it now I'm still f*cking pissed
I wish he would've listened
Don't fight that nigga
Just squeeze that trigga
But he didn't and the nigga turned around hittin
Two shots in the back and one to the head
Damn, my nigga is dead
Until you step in our shoes and walk them miles
You will never get why we hide them smiles
You will never get why we scream black power
I bet it's easy to be white but harder to right
I know it's easy to shame us, judging and blame us
But you ain't never lived this life
You ain't never had this fight
You ain't never feared those cops
You ain't never heard those shots
You step on our people, we want to be equal
Strive to better, change like the weather
They think it's a game put in this position
While we being framed for speaking a oppression
What are you doing boy
Where do you think you're going
Who do you think you are
These are the questions that niggas are facing before we get pulled out the car
How did it get to this point
He said it smelled like a joint
What a good f*cking excuse
But he made it up for the cause
Cause he is looking for this
A nigga to open his jaws
Why is your hand on your gun
I'm guessing he's planning to use it
But I gotta live for the moment
Don't let'em all f*cking abuse it
My letter to the system, listen
Why you picking on me cause I'm black
Why you hatin on me cause I'm strapped
Yeah a nigga gotta watch his back
My best friend got murdered
I will never forget, we was younger then shit
I stayed with the gun but he fought with his fists
To look at it now I'm still f*cking pissed
I wish he would've listened
Don't fight that nigga
Just squeeze that trigga
But he didn't and the nigga turned around hittin
Two shots in the back and one to the head
Damn, my nigga is dead
Why you picking on me cause I'm black
Why you hatin on me cause I'm strapped
Yeah a nigga gotta watch his back
My best friend got murdered
I will never forget, we was younger then shit
I stayed with the gun but he fought with his fists
To look at it now I'm still f*cking pissed
I wish he would've listened
Don't fight that nigga
Just squeeze that trigga
But he didn't and the nigga turned around hittin
Two shots in the back and one to the head
Damn, my nigga is dead
Until you step in our shoes and walk them miles
You will never get why we hide them smiles
You will never get why we scream black power
I bet it's easy to be white but harder to right
I know it's easy to shame us, judging and blame us
But you ain't never lived this life
You ain't never had this fight
You ain't never feared those cops
You ain't never heard those shots
You step on our people, we want to be equal
Strive to better, change like the weather
They think it's a game put in this position
While we being framed for speaking a oppression
What are you doing boy
Where do you think you're going
Who do you think you are
These are the questions that niggas are facing before we get pulled out the car
How did it get to this point
He said it smelled like a joint
What a good f*cking excuse
But he made it up for the cause
Cause he is looking for this
A nigga to open his jaws
Why is your hand on your gun
I'm guessing he's planning to use it
But I gotta live for the moment
Don't let'em all f*cking abuse it
My letter to the system, listen
Why you picking on me cause I'm black
Why you hatin on me cause I'm strapped
Yeah a nigga gotta watch his back
My best friend got murdered
I will never forget, we was younger then shit
I stayed with the gun but he fought with his fists
To look at it now I'm still f*cking pissed
I wish he would've listened
Don't fight that nigga
Just squeeze that trigga
But he didn't and the nigga turned around hittin
Two shots in the back and one to the head
Damn, my nigga is dead
Writer: Dellis Baskin
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