Don't shoot
Tell the children to watch out
Don't shoot
Tell the children to watch out
I'm here putting my life on the line for my people.
I'm putting my life on the line for my country.
I believe in equality for everybody.
And why do cops tell us we can't be like
Like you said, we have the right to defend ourselves. Marshall law.
They have complete domain over us
They are like gods.
If they tell you you cannot do something
You cannot do it and if you do, they will treat you like a dog.
You will be shot down. Well at least for a black man.
I'm not sure for everybody but I do understand that.
I hope it's not like that for everyone
Tell the children to watch out
Keep running, running, running, running
They're gaining on us, oh they're gaining on us
Keep running, running, running, running
Plot twists, just nana, me and the kids
We in the crib, it's a quarter past ten
"Where your brother at?"
Run up in his room, pulled the cover back
Police light, nana starts pacing
"Fuck the pigs want?
What brings you here on the occasion?"
Pow, pow, pow, pow, pow
Boys been gunned down, the boys is having fun now
With our blood and our sons, disturbing the peace
He's more afraid of him when he's the one with the piece
Aaah, nana drop, she hollering "why God?!"
Police be telling us it's nothing but their job
They profile us
Then they wonder why he grow up
Being prejudice and so violent
It trickles down from the rich to the poor
They'll fuck with you 'cause they can't believe that it's yours
Registration, I'll give these fucking streets motivation
They wanna take us out so they start making allegations
I'm fed up
Police coming so we sped up
My nana told me "fuck twelve, keep yo' head up."
King died for us niggas living in poverty
50 Years later we still don't have equality
It bothers me
A badge is a pass to do whatever
So now we living in fear of the people here to protect us
Yo, they lie and disrespect us, kill us and then neglect us
The problem when nobody
Sees the view from our perspective
My people shed blood from
The acres you had stole
Now my people shedding blood
On the gravel left in the cold
How these news anchors talking 'bout the struggle
These niggas had it good
Never had a pat down up in their hood
Never had to take a charge
Never had to stop the car
Never had to hit the stands
So you would never understand
Be one hunnid, I'll meet you
At the too just like a summit
My flows are abundant
I'm'a make you sound redundant
I really am messiah
Bless the whip but [?] the tires
When in riding out I hope
Them crooked niggas see me flying
