Another Nigga Dead
Don't listen to me
Don't listen to me
Don't listen to me
Whoops
Damn
Fuck
Another nigga dead!
Getting shot by cop
With two bullets in his head
Good thing somebody
Got it on video
The world wasn't ready fo
The shocking image
There was no threat around
Except from the one suppose to stop it
All white jury
Said not guilty let's change the topic
Now the streets about to riot
Tryna say it's self defense
But the public don't buy it
Motherfuckers out looting
In the white neighborhoods
We can't stand down no more
Too many black kids
Getting shot cuz they skin color
I ain't know em
But what if that was my brother?
What if that was my sister
What if that was my homie
It dont even matter
If we live or die
So many moms crying
Cuz they shot they son
For no reason
But they still lying
Tryna keep they name right
I wouldn't speak about this shit
If didn't keep me up
All night
I feel like
I got a target on my back
Not cuz I did anything wrong
It cuz I'm fucking black
You know what I'm fucking proud of it
Proud of where I come from
People try to take that from me
But they never can
How many niggas got to die
How many niggas got to die
Before we take some action
Don't listen to me
Don't listen to me
Whoops
Damn
Fuck
Another nigga dead!
Getting shot by cop
With two bullets in his head
Good thing somebody
Got it on video
The world wasn't ready fo
The shocking image
There was no threat around
Except from the one suppose to stop it
All white jury
Said not guilty let's change the topic
Now the streets about to riot
Tryna say it's self defense
But the public don't buy it
Motherfuckers out looting
In the white neighborhoods
We can't stand down no more
Too many black kids
Getting shot cuz they skin color
I ain't know em
But what if that was my brother?
What if that was my sister
What if that was my homie
It dont even matter
If we live or die
So many moms crying
Cuz they shot they son
For no reason
But they still lying
Tryna keep they name right
I wouldn't speak about this shit
If didn't keep me up
All night
I feel like
I got a target on my back
Not cuz I did anything wrong
It cuz I'm fucking black
You know what I'm fucking proud of it
Proud of where I come from
People try to take that from me
But they never can
How many niggas got to die
How many niggas got to die
Before we take some action
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Writer(s): Traynor Minor Jr
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