My people don’t like you badge wearing knuckleheads,
that’s just where we at.
Screaming “ All lives matter “ is a protest against my protest,
what kind of” ish”“ is that?
I’m sorry you can never feel our life,
tryna have faith, but we never felt alright.
It’s very hard to elevate when this country is run by whites.
Young black men tryna find jobs but didn’t get calls back yet.
Now they gotta sell drugs to put food in their cabinet.
Yall wanna copy our slang and everything that we know.
Tryna steal Black culture and then make it’s your own.
We can’t even drive without cops tryna start ish.
Were tired of the systematic racism bull-ish.
All you care about is a badge and power and
being ugly and that’s the policeman within you.
Hatred all in your brain, it slowly starts to convince you,
Then you’ll teach it to your children, then the cycle continues.
I praise 2Pac like he was a ‘fuckin’ God
He was fighting for his life way before he “fuckin” died.
Can’t erase the scars with a bandage.
I’m hopin’ maybe we can come to an understandin’.
It’s like we livin’ in the same buildin’ but splittin’ into two sides,
We still don’t like you,
But there’s two sides to every story and now you know mine.Tags: The U School
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