Fear (feat. Chief Wakil)
Look, I got my hands up, I'm here to comply, I don't wanna die
I don't know what we got stopped for
But I can tell you what it's not for
I ain't got no guns in the car, no drugs, no weapons, no knives
All I got is black lives and they matter
And I know I'm afraid, I feared you since a toddler
When you shot the fuck outta my pop's father
And that was in the seventies, now it's 2020 inevitably
History repeats itself like a parakeet
And why you got your hands on your gun for?
What the hell would I run for?
And why standing so close to my son's door?
Officer, we're not rioters, we're not looters
Take a ticket, take me to jail, anything, don't shoot us
Relax, you can put your hands down, I'm not racist
But this place is filled with a bunch of faces that had previous cases
And you fit the description
And so I wanna make a decision that's prohibited
This has nothing to do with colour
White people be shot by police more than black people
And that's a fact, check the stats
But the news only report it if you black
And this is not conjecture, I'm here as the protecter
Now put your hands on the car, man electra
I need to pad you down and make sure you ain't got nothing on you
Please, no false moves, I'ma warn you
Not only your lives, but all lives matter
That means mine too, now who is this behind you?
I've been running from them since I was a kid
It ain't really matter what I did
As soon as we see the lights we gotta go
The whole hood running, hiding, screaming "Po-Po"
How you gonna protect and serve
When you neglect the words
Then we expect the worst
And we don't wanna cheer
When you here, 'cause it's clear
When you near, disappear
Cuz, we don't know where to hide from fear
What the fuck did you just do?
And you wonder why niggas don't trust you
You just shot my son
Now I gotta listen everybody talk about it was his fault
'Cause he was just nine, and got shot with a nine
'Cause your ass shootin like criss-cross
What the fuck are you scared of a little kid?
Bitch ass couldn't wait just a little bit
Now you gonna have to shoot me too
I don't give a fuck about the suits in blue
Get on the ground, get on the ground
Don't let me empty another round
Don't make a fucking sound
Police, I need a backup, backup
Yes there's another down
Fear's a monster, and a book we wrote
I can never grow up now and I never can vote
An endangered species, and we are under attack
My future is dim now, 'cause I'm face-
I don't know what we got stopped for
But I can tell you what it's not for
I ain't got no guns in the car, no drugs, no weapons, no knives
All I got is black lives and they matter
And I know I'm afraid, I feared you since a toddler
When you shot the fuck outta my pop's father
And that was in the seventies, now it's 2020 inevitably
History repeats itself like a parakeet
And why you got your hands on your gun for?
What the hell would I run for?
And why standing so close to my son's door?
Officer, we're not rioters, we're not looters
Take a ticket, take me to jail, anything, don't shoot us
Relax, you can put your hands down, I'm not racist
But this place is filled with a bunch of faces that had previous cases
And you fit the description
And so I wanna make a decision that's prohibited
This has nothing to do with colour
White people be shot by police more than black people
And that's a fact, check the stats
But the news only report it if you black
And this is not conjecture, I'm here as the protecter
Now put your hands on the car, man electra
I need to pad you down and make sure you ain't got nothing on you
Please, no false moves, I'ma warn you
Not only your lives, but all lives matter
That means mine too, now who is this behind you?
I've been running from them since I was a kid
It ain't really matter what I did
As soon as we see the lights we gotta go
The whole hood running, hiding, screaming "Po-Po"
How you gonna protect and serve
When you neglect the words
Then we expect the worst
And we don't wanna cheer
When you here, 'cause it's clear
When you near, disappear
Cuz, we don't know where to hide from fear
What the fuck did you just do?
And you wonder why niggas don't trust you
You just shot my son
Now I gotta listen everybody talk about it was his fault
'Cause he was just nine, and got shot with a nine
'Cause your ass shootin like criss-cross
What the fuck are you scared of a little kid?
Bitch ass couldn't wait just a little bit
Now you gonna have to shoot me too
I don't give a fuck about the suits in blue
Get on the ground, get on the ground
Don't let me empty another round
Don't make a fucking sound
Police, I need a backup, backup
Yes there's another down
Fear's a monster, and a book we wrote
I can never grow up now and I never can vote
An endangered species, and we are under attack
My future is dim now, 'cause I'm face-
Credits
Writer(s): Page Kennedy
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