Chk Chk Bang
Here's a little message for the pigs who think they soldiers
Climb the racist ranks on a little black boys shoulders
Reachin' for the top, they tip-toe on Trayvon's coffin
Remember there's no veil in front the oppressed when they call Him
Sirens, same colour as the flag
I never thought that freedom could fit inside of a badge
As for you pigs standing, watching as they kill Freddie
Yea I blame you too, cause you hold the coffin steady while they reach
Gunshots inna de air
Rrrah, rrrah
Think your clouds is heavy?
Ha Ha
Gunshots inna de air
Rrrah, rrrah
It's rainin' bullets over here
Chk Chk
Gunshots inna de air
Rrrah, rrrah
Think your clouds is heavy?
Ha Ha
Gunshots inna de air
Rrrah, rrrah
It's rainin' bullets over here
Chk Chk
Let's get real for a minute 'fore the bullet left the gun
Too quick to pull the trigger and forget that he's a son
But let him pull the trigger and his skin black or brown
Guilty 'til proven innocent like 1991
I said get real for a minute 'fore the bullet leaves the gun
We quick to pull the trigger and forget that he's a son
But let him pull the trigger and his name be Hasan
Terrorist 'til proven white, oh
Just a troubled son
Gunshots inna de air
Rrrah, rrrah
Think your clouds is heavy?
Ha Ha
Gunshots inna de air
Rrrah, rrrah
It's rainin' bullets over here
Chk Chk
Climb the racist ranks on a little black boys shoulders
Reachin' for the top, they tip-toe on Trayvon's coffin
Remember there's no veil in front the oppressed when they call Him
Sirens, same colour as the flag
I never thought that freedom could fit inside of a badge
As for you pigs standing, watching as they kill Freddie
Yea I blame you too, cause you hold the coffin steady while they reach
Gunshots inna de air
Rrrah, rrrah
Think your clouds is heavy?
Ha Ha
Gunshots inna de air
Rrrah, rrrah
It's rainin' bullets over here
Chk Chk
Gunshots inna de air
Rrrah, rrrah
Think your clouds is heavy?
Ha Ha
Gunshots inna de air
Rrrah, rrrah
It's rainin' bullets over here
Chk Chk
Let's get real for a minute 'fore the bullet left the gun
Too quick to pull the trigger and forget that he's a son
But let him pull the trigger and his skin black or brown
Guilty 'til proven innocent like 1991
I said get real for a minute 'fore the bullet leaves the gun
We quick to pull the trigger and forget that he's a son
But let him pull the trigger and his name be Hasan
Terrorist 'til proven white, oh
Just a troubled son
Gunshots inna de air
Rrrah, rrrah
Think your clouds is heavy?
Ha Ha
Gunshots inna de air
Rrrah, rrrah
It's rainin' bullets over here
Chk Chk
Credits
Writer(s): Razeem Nauth-ali, Spencer Heaslip
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