Whole Thing On Film

Jesus was a black man
He had black disciples
The fear blackness in their faith
So they whitewash every idol
Their hated run so deep his blackness in denial
They teach their children how to hate
And teach our black children survival
Praying to a white statue with blond hair
Praying to a God, when God told you all skin ain't fair
How you gonna tell God you don't like what he looks like
How you gonna kill and hope nobody films what you look like
How you gonna get filmed for killing a child like
Calling him suspicious for being black and riding his bike
The man you killed looks just like the God you pray to
If he wasn't so white washed
Would you kill God to?!

Face down on the ground, hardly can breathe
Handcuffed, my mouth taste like concert debris
Blood on my sleeve, down to my jeans
On my neck where this cop decided to take a knee
For my life I plead
I'm desperate, I'm weak
Scared to even speak, on myself I peed man
(This is embarrassing)
Yo help is what I need
This wasn't part of Martin's dream
I'm bout to die
Cameras everywhere yo do something
But I understand if you do nothing
Keep filming
March streets, burn buildings
Who gives a fuck about some white hurts feelings
This image'll keep your mind broken
A lifeless body with their eyes open
Keep the film rolling
Keep my name alive
I'm hoping like me, the battery don't die

They got the whole thing on film
That man was down on the ground
They seen a kid running away
That woman was just laying down
You look like a suspect
What you doing in this part of town
(You look like a suspect)
And everybody just standing around
(Standing around)

Born looking like a suspect (From birth)
Through racial injustice (Uh huh)
This system ain't broken that's how I was constructed (Set up)
To take away our power they weakened our infrastructure
They don't want us having shit look what happened in Tulsa (Remember)
They profit off our culture (Uh huh)
No leaders we can vote for
Like Malcolm in Harlem, Martin in Augusta (RIP)
Everybody wanna be black till it's time to be a nigga
Police use excessive force and pull triggers
Modern day strange fruit and alligator bait
So I enjoy watching clips of us violating Jakes
(Haha)
Yeah keep on recording them
Their in subordinates
Two middle fingers for anybody supporting em
(Fuck you)
Dirty little offices treating us like bastards
Loving to harass us as a common practice
So come up off them guns and them badges (Run it)
Finally got what you deserve cuz this time

They got the whole thing on film
That man was down on the ground
They seen a kid running away
That woman was just laying down
You look like a suspect
What you doing in this part of town
(You look like a suspect)
And everybody just standing around
(Standing around)



Credits
Writer(s): Demetrius L Jackson, Kenneth Diogenes Monegro, Yamel Macias
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com

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