These Cops

We was young we was chilling on the block
Yea we black so we getting bothered by these cops
Never protected us they like a gang them people oops
Contact with them it's dead or locked either way in a box
I was just tryna eat they left me crumbs I had to scrape the pot
Emotionally scarred PTSD I go through that a lot
Everytime I walk out against all odds cause my pigment dark
But it's how America made the system for these grimey ass cops

Yea I was young kid used to smoke a lil weed
Used to go to my niehbor backyard when I roll the tree
One day them alphabet boys ran behind there no abcs
I saw them and thought flee but instead one of them pulled out they gun and said freeze
I was 16 thinking why a cop pull a gun out on me
Luckily my mans moms came out and told them stop please
These the kids of the neighborhood what the fuck is wrong with you police
Like go do that in your town to white kids thats off the molly
They don't want us to riot but that's what they did to my ancestors see
Flourishing black towns they infiltrated burnt down and killed families
RIP to George Floyd hope change comes good
He showed what happenes everyday when we in the hood
But most of the time look they don't catch it on camera
In the hood they give us them rasist ass cops and amateurs
Rip to Ahmad Aubrey he was just running laps
Make me want to shoot a white fool and call it a citezens arrest
So much names to say RIP to all the blacks that's have been slain
Shit is crazy is this 1900s why they still lynching
Keep screaming defund them fuck it they don't need it
Put into the community that really need it
Shout out to my white people speaking up that's woke
We can't do this by ourselves we gone need all y'all help
Had the Benz they used to try to stop me like everyday
Asking me if this car stolen what you do to get this in your name
They don't understand how I'm black and driving better then them
Told my lawyer they harrasing smjust cuz I got a benz man
These mother fucking cops
These cops
These cops
Aye

We was young we was chilling on the block
Yea we black so we getting bothered by these cops
Never protected us they like a gang them people oops
Contact with them it's dead or locked either way in a box
I was just tryna eat they left me crumbs I had to scrape the pot
Emotionally scarred PTSD I go through that a lot
Everytime I walk out against all odds cause my pigment dark
But it's how America made the system for these grimey ass cops



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Writer(s): Claymont Sancho
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